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jtrokujo · 4 years ago

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂¿

paring: Mikaela Hyakuya x fem!Reader

(they’re 18+!!!)

word count: 4k

warning: this story contains sexual content

gerne: smut

summary: there are days when they get along well but there were also days when they hated each other like the plague and even though they love each other?

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The weather is neutral, but I wish it got better.

The sun is obscured by the gray clouds, but it's not windy or anything.

You could even go out with a top.

However, y / n decided to take a seat in the four walls with a number of different books and a tall pile of books right next to them.

As she gently leafed through the pages of the somewhat older book, she felt a stab.

Of course it didn't hurt since no one was attacking her, but it felt like someone was watching her.

Without presenting her feelings, she took some books and put the rest where she got them.

Immediately after leaving the library, she stopped in the middle of the path and said with an annoyed sigh, "Bathory, I know you're here."

He stands grinning in front of y / n, but could hardly show a disappointed face.

With his head tilted to one side, he looked at his prey and smiled at her immediately. "I prefer you to call me by my first name, dear."

“I do what I want and not what you want, Bathory. Besides, I have better things to do than waste my precious time being influenced by you. "

When they told the vampire, she continued on her way, or at least intended to.

As quickly as he came, he grabbed her arm just as quickly. "But y / n, why is it in such a hurry?" asked the vampire, amused, pressing more and more on hers with every second, so slowly you could hear her bones. Y / n had to react immediately!

Without thinking for a second, she dropped all of the books on the white floor and immediately grabbed her gun. "You should let go of me!" y / n's voice rang out down the hall and immediately shot the vampire in the arm.

His blood spurted around her.

Y / n got his blood on her face as well as on her clothes - it was the same with Bathory, also the wall and especially the floor got his blood.

"Disgusting." mumbled y / n and wiped the blood on her face, although she knew herself that it would be of no use.

"What's going on here?" Everyone but not him.

"Hello Mika!" said Ferid with delight and turned to get a better look at him.

"Have you lost your nerve again?" he asked me annoyed, but he only looked at me for a few seconds and immediately saw Ferid's blood spatter.

"What do you mean 'again'?"

Even if we've known each other for a long time, we both have to admit that one and the other have diverged. Sometimes it was his fault, sometimes it was me. There were of course moments when we got along really well, but in the end they weren't enough in my opinion.

"Since you've lived with us, at least one vampire must have got something from your weapon."

Said the blond-haired vampire while his eyes stared at me.

I'm not understating when I say that his eyes alone make me feel naked.

Mika only manages to control me through his eyes, even though I should be the one who should control every vampire or the various books I spend most of my time on just one more bad joke.

It was enough for vampires to exist and more than hundreds of people took their own lives just to be able to enjoy themselves. To this day I cannot forgive any of the vampires for what they did to me or those around me. I know myself that there are bad ones, but what is their goal?

Or do you have a goal?

"Y / n." I heard his voice.

Awakened from my trance, I see his eyes again. However, they do not have this previous aura, no, they are a little stricter this time. When I gave him a sign of his attention, the lecture immediately came, "You are old enough to know how to behave and with whom to behave. If you show this behavior to someone else, I'll let that person do it . " and do what they want, because I haven't had the nerve for someone like you for a long time. So finally know your limits before I use my weapon against you! "

Impressive. From sentence to sentence his voice grew louder and louder. Seriously, I never expected or even had the idea of this side of Mika in my life, but here it is. Wonderful y / n, now you have managed to sink deeply with Mika, which is actually the very last thing I ever wanted to achieve in my life, but life has never been a paradise.

With a chuckle, Bathory put his arm and my shoulders and spoke to Mika.

"But, but Mika shouldn't be so strict with her. She's just a little girl again, not even now, is she?" "If I were that little girl, you would surely have two arms instead of one." After saying my sentence, I picked up the books that were still on the floor and didn't say goodbye to anyone, why should I?

Bathory is nothing more than an idiot who uses his satisfaction to see others suffer rather than provoke them too.

While Mika nudges both children like a father, although the other is to blame for everything.

When I got to my room, I put the books on my table and sat on my bed, thinking about the old days. However, I don't think of the days with loved ones that I lost, but of those that I spent with Mika before he gave me a “better life”.

I could leave it all behind at any time and either not start an old or a new life, but I love to have him in my heart for it.

Sighing at my thoughts, I give up and stood in front of my closet for the next minute.

While the lukewarm water felt the white bathtub, my clothes landed on the floor.

This life is more of a calling expected of others than a life of its own. A break does no harm to anyone.

I said to myself and after a few seconds I closed my eyes.

After my bath or a break from the real world, I'm just choosing which book to read.

As I was about to start the new book, someone knocked on my door.

Hesitantly, I said the door was open and waited for the person behind it to appear. Please leave it all but Bathory.

Sighing, I immediately put my hand on my left breast and saw him, Mika.

To be honest, I'm happy to see him, but I'm not, but I don't need an explanation. "Good evening." he said in his usual tone. Without making a big head out of it, I repeated it myself, but added if he needed anything from me.

Shivering, I answered my question in the negative and came up to me with slow steps.

The only thing I could do was do nothing. I stopped. When our faces are a few centimeters away, his arm came slowly towards my body, until he reached for something, when he had this in his hand, he came back with a few steps and immediately held a book in my face.

"I really recommend it, I have to say, you have pretty good taste when it comes to books. I've read it several times because these stories, the writing style, the plot and most of all the characters are up to me." uniquely well written down to the smallest detail. "

I looked at the vampire in amazement. "You read that too?" "Y / n, if I hadn't read it, I wouldn't have a clue either."

A little ashamed of my oh-so-intelligent question, I also looked at the floor.

The whole time there was nothing to be heard, neither a little intoxication, nor even breathing. But after a few seconds, Mika also broke the embarrassing silence by taking a few steps and holding out his arm to me. I don't understand it about myself. When Mika is around, I either act annoyed or neutral. However, countless butterflies gather in my stomach when I think of him alone!

"Y / n ... y / n?!" Mika looked up, gave me a neutral look and at the same time held a few strands of my hair and asked me if he should tie my hair up with a towel. I gently took the wet strands of hair from his hand and began to giggle at my discomfort and nervousness. The thought of me being weird was always out of the question.

"I think I'll blow dry my hair. I'll see you at dinner or tomorrow."

"I'll see you at dinner or tomorrow." repeated Mika before she disappeared from my room.

Locked in the room and caught in his deepest thoughts, he stared over the ceiling.

The reviews of that day haunted him to this day when he also dreamed them.

Sleeping now wouldn't be for him, even though it is shortly before 2 o'clock.

But what can you do about it?

The vampire rose from the bed, stretched out, and decided to go for a walk immediately.

As he walked through the empty corridors, he always hoped not to meet anyone.

Whatever stays that way.

Bored and hands in his pockets, the floor caught his attention. It didn't take long, however, because he was amazed to get up when he saw the light coming from someone's room.

He was more than sure whose room, or rather chamber, it was.

It was Y / n's.

He stopped in front of it, thinking, held out his hand and wanted to knock on the door. At the same time he quickly put his hand in his pocket. This scenario takes about 3 minutes. But it wasn't the vampire's nervousness that was unusual, no, why should he be at y / n's door? This is funny.

Doesn't he often seem annoyed or stern in your presence?

Well, he doesn't even know what's going on in his head.

After an eternity, the vampire finally knocked on the human's door and immediately heard "Come in" from the other side.

Without telling himself twice, he opened the door and saw her. He saw her spread out on the large bed with several notes and books.

Stressed out. You can't see it from the outside, but even Mika can confess that he thinks it is strange to see y / n at this time.

"Do you need something?" she asked him and fixed him with her gaze.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping long ago?" he asked and at the same time crossed his arms over his chest.

"Mika, I could ask you that too, don't you think?" sigh y / n and slowly start piling up her notes and books together.

When Mika offered her help, she politely declined and slowly and carefully put the things on her desk.

"If you have nothing special to do, you can always keep me company, you know?"

Yes, even if there is an argument between the two, they still get along well. However, they don't seem to be as close as they used to be. Without saying anything, Mika accepted the offer and sat next to y / n.

Was that really wise?

The smell of y / n gets over his head, but he's not as easy to lose control as other vampires.

Breathing hard, Mika rubbed her eyes and hoped that this unbearable smell would go away any moment.

Easier said than done.

If only I had drunk blood in the last few days. The vampire cursed.

Y / n noticed his unusual behavior and tried to communicate with him, but to no avail. She called his name several times, tapped him on the shoulder, and shook him a little. He seems trapped in his own world. For the first time she seemed to see someone so trapped in his own world. When will he regain his senses?

Annoyed, she hit his skull with her fist, which led to a groan of pain from Mika's mouth. "What does this mean?!"

“If you are tired, please go to your room and sleep there.

Both rolled their eyes in annoyance.

"You have nothing to say to me, human."

"Oh really? What are you going to do about it, vampire?" It wasn't a mistake by y / n, but rather Mika's mistake. If he hadn't called her a human, she wouldn't have called him a vampire. Nobody except Mika knows right now how much he hates vampires and yet he is one himself, but you have to remember that he never wanted to be one. Not everyone is lucky in life.

As I said, even if it was his own fault that she reminded him, he completely lost his nerve. Slowly she approached y / n, she already felt the dark aura coming towards her. However, y / n did not want to show the fear that is in her and slowly rising above her head. She will regret it. "Repeat when you have the pity." "What is the problem? You called me human and I called you a vampire, but you know what makes me be silly, get out of here, vampire. ”Without further ulterior motives, Mika grabbed her wrist and squeezed the bones with her hand listened from print to print. When she wanted to reach for her gun, which is under her top, Mika was a second faster and threw it directly to the end of the room. When Mika immediately released his hand from Y / n's wrist, she saw an emotion in his eyes, sadness.

He was hurt, but shouldn't he care? What should a little person who plays with little guns do against a vampire, ask him about a game? However, he saw her more as a person, he saw her as someone he can love, with whom he can laugh, of course he had had these people before in his life, but they have long since disappeared. Oh how much he loves her.

If only she knew how many letters he wrote her, but never gave them to her, but hid them in his room.

"I'm really stupid." Mika muttered trembling to herself. Y / n heard it and slowly walked up to him "Mika, that was very childish of me and, to be honest, I'm sorry." When she tried to touch his shoulder, he knocked her away and looked into her eyes, it was their fault.

“I don't want your decisions! I never wanted to be a vampire! If you don't know anything about me, please be quiet and think twice before you open your door! ”The whole room went quiet, pretty quiet. It was rather uncomfortably quiet for y / n, but she preferred to keep her mouth shut because it looked like Mika was looking for the right words. "Why do I love you? Tell me Y / N, how can I love you when you hate me so much?" His voice was fragile and it was tormented to hear it that way. "Mika, I had never hated you before." Exhausted, Mika sat down on the floor and looked at the gun at the other end of the room. "Every time I see a gun like that, I hate myself even more." “Even if it sounds a bit clichéd, for example because of the current situation, I have to and want to admit that I love you Mika. You are in such pain and apparently you have torn old wounds. You didn't deserve that, nobody deserved that. ”Y / n sat like Mika on the floor and hugged him. Her warm body against his cold one. As if in slow motion, their faces stood a few inches apart until their lips met.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

With my hands on the back of his neck and my tongue seeking his, his fingertips dance from my thigh under my top.

Only he managed to make me shiver everywhere in a few seconds with the help of his touch. Not through his ice-cold skin, no, only through him. In keeping with the mood, the cold raindrops hit my window pane. "Waiting." he whispered to me.

Not a second later it was pitch black in my room. The butterflies in my stomach just like Mika don't know when to stop, but I love it, never let it stop! His lips kissed every inch of my skin and whispered to me how divine my body was. His hands slide up my top until it finally brushes over my head. The first item of clothing is already on the floor. My legs were around his waist so he could pick me up and lay me on my bed. When he did that, his lips were still on my skin.

As I lay down comfortably, I watched his clothes land piece by piece on the floor. His belly is built like that of a Greek god and although it is dark the moon shines on him. One could have immediately thought it was a godsend. The boxer shorts were the only items of clothing that remained. While I was about to take off my pants, Mika took my hands and indicated that he could do it himself. When my pants peeled off my skin, he looked at my legs in admiration and immediately threw my pants on the floor. Now stand half-naked in front of my bed. The red cheeks on his cheeks were clearly visible. "Are we really supposed to pull this off?" I asked Mika and looked him in the eye. His lips approached my ear and he breathed softly, "Y / n, the question is not, we should, but we can. A human and a vampire, is that a good chemistry?"

"Why don't we want to find out?" I whispered and kissed his shoulder in time. Now he looked at me again, but with clearly red cheeks you could have thought he had a fever, but I can't blame him, because even when his ice-cold body is on top of mine, my body manages to have a hot temperature.

As our tongues played with each other again, our hands explored each other's bodies. While one hand pinches my buttocks, the other is right on my bra clasp.

Moaning slightly, I also pinched his buttocks and felt my muscles tense. A low gasp left his delicate lips, which made me even weaker. My temperature rises more and more with each of his touches.

I can not stand it anymore!

He knows very well that he has the upper hand!

When my bra, like the rest of the clothes, landed on the floor, his ice-cold hands brushed my arms up to my hips and brushed the last piece of clothing across the floor.

I was breathing hard down in my zone.

His hands were on each thigh so I couldn't pinch my legs together. Apart from the horniness, I could hardly move my legs because of his strength, you can not say that he is so strong. The horniness in me is going like crazy! With every breath Mika takes against my area, the butterflies in my stomach fly crazier.

When his tongue brushed my cervix for less than a second, I let out a gasp. Immediately afterwards he pressed his tongue against it and danced with it at the same time. That I'm getting wetter is not only clear to me, but also to Mika, when he was his tongue in my entrance, she explored every single inch inside.

Overwhelmed by shame and lust, I pressed one hand against my mouth so as not to make a noise from you, and the other on his white-blonde hair.

Every time his tongue penetrated deeper and he spread my thighs wider and wider, it honestly hurt, but I don't care about that at the moment because as good as he makes me feel no one is going to do it and I want it too nobody does it because I just want them. Because I just want Mika.

When I thought it couldn't get better, I was wrong. When he started sucking, I was done. My lustful moans got louder every time I sucked, but I do my best that nobody but Mika can hear it. When he freed his tongue from the entrance again, he stuck his middle and ring finger in the next second and didn't give me a second to get used to it. The speed of his fingers is unique!

No matter how much I press my hand against my mouth, my moans stay louder.

Several times his name groaned, which only drove him to increase the speed. My orgasm is nourishing. When I groaned and said I was about to be there, he didn't stop but continued. His tongue dances on my cervix and his fingers successfully hit the G-spot every time, it's just breathtaking!

When my orgasm came, I screamed his name with relish and breathed heavily as I stared at the ceiling.

His beautiful face approached mine, but he devoted his lips to my ears and whispered, "A second round won't hurt you." Aren't my trembling legs enough for him? In the middle of the kiss, I slowly felt his member inside me, but my nails clawed behind his back in pain, we continued the kiss. Now it was Mika who groaned in the middle of the kiss. He closed his eyes and kissed my chest as his hips began to dance. Is it still normal for him to make me feel this way? Because on the one hand I can no longer, on the other hand I want more! Mika's one hand is on my thigh while the other is on my chest. The way he plays sensitive nipples is superb.

I don't know how he makes me feel so good, but I want him to never stop. "Mika, don't stop." I moaned in his ear and wrapped my legs around his waist. When he saw me, I didn't know how to feel. Because his eyes are blood red! He slowly approached my neck. That cold breath worried me even more. He didn't bite me, however, but instead scratched his designated spot with his fangs as the blood flowed from the wound, so it propelled him and made him much faster than before. The clap of our skin was just as loud as the satisfying moans from our mouths. "Y / n." he groaned my name and immediately turned me around. Now my back was visible to him. With both hands on our hips, our bodies clapped together. When I moaned his name one last time, the orgasm came, Mika pulled his member out of me and rubbed it with his hand until finally the white sperm speared out of his body.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

After Mika helped me cleanse my body, we are back in bed naked. "Do you think we can do it?" Mika asked out of nowhere. “I don't think so, I know, Mika. And I think you should too. "The vampire looked at me lovingly and finally kissed me on the lips and immediately afterwards whispered" Good night, y / n. " "Good night, Mika."

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ikevamp-shrine · 5 years ago

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Ikevamp boy’s with a suicidal s/o

memekingofwwiii

Hiya hun, I just read your scenarios for Theo, Vincent, Isaac, Comte, Napoleon, Jean and Sebastian with a suicidal s/o and I was wondering if you could do it for Arthur and Leonardo? Please and thank you hun.

Thank you for requesting @memekingofwwiii . I hope you enjoy.

Author: @ikevamp-shrine

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Characters: Leonardo da Vinci, Arthur Conan Doyle

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, actions, words, mention of blood and a weapon

Suicide Hotline Number 1-800-273-8255

Arthur

It was a warm afternoon in the middle of summer, the bees darted from flower to flower, butterflies floated gracefully in the air, the birds chirped happily as they watched the residents pets play in the yard, but no amount of sun, warmth, or playing could lessen the weight baring down on Arthur’s heart as he watched his lover crumple before his feet.

“I can’t do it anymore Arthur!” They sobbed as their knees dug into the grass below, staining their clothing with bright green.

“What _____? I can’t help you unless you tell me,” the writer chocked out as he saw fat, warm, wet tears sliding down his lover’s cheeks. And god did it hurt his heart.

“Really Arthur? You can’t tell? I though you were supposed to be this brilliant genius that wrote the worlds greatest mystery series.” Their tears slowed as their face grew red with anger.

“.... _____, I know you're upset but-,” Arthur whispered gently as if to not anger the seething human before him, but was interrupted by a deep growl of frustration.

“Really Arthur! YOU KNOW I’M UPSET- just a minute ago you were talking about how you ‘can’t help me unless I tell you what’s wrong!” They paused their anger shouts to take in a shaky breath, “you want to know what’s wrong- well I’ll tell you. YOU! YOU’RE MY PROBLEM!”

Arthur could physically feel his heart crack from his s/o’s display of overwhelming anger. He had a inkling of what was wrong, but honestly he didn’t want to accept it.

“You, Arthur Conan Doyle, are a no good flirt who preaches he notices everything, but can’t see how much his ‘assistant’ doesn't want to be in this world anymore,” their furious shouts turned to choked whispers, sobs even, as they stared intently at their hands resting on their thighs.

Arthur’s cracked heart started to freeze over when the adrenalin started pumping through him. It was the same thing a different day. Those he loved that were pure and innocent being ripped from his arms, and instead of it being a helpless child or a good friend that had been through so much... it was the person he had fallen helplessly in love with. He had always been so afraid of losing his loved one to the evils of this world... when he was actually the one breaking them.

How blind he had been.

“... what can I change? What can I do? I will do anything you need me to... please just don’t leave this world, don’t leave me,” Arthur spoke smoothly as he fell to the ground just like his lover and attempted to grasp their hand only to be shoved back, his view changing from a sobbing person to the bright blue sky. He just laid their as his lover rose off the ground slowly to begin walking away.

“I’m tired of seeing women and men fawn over you. I’m tired of feeling like I’m not good enough for you. I’m tired of wondering if you’re being unfaithful by the way you soak up all their praise, their flirting. I’m tired of seeing you wrap people’s hearts around you while I stand off to the side like some loser,” the ranting human stopped walking away to turn their head, glancing at the softly crying vampire laying on the floor staring at the sky like it held all the answers, and continued, “I’m tired of being alive Arthur.... don’t come to my room tonight, and if you don’t see me in the morning I’m sure you can use your amazing observation skills to figure out why.”

Their voice drifted off in the gentle breeze just like Arthur’s last few strands of sanity.

Leonardo

They didn’t notice his presence, Leonardo’s presence that is, until he was right behind them, reaching over their shaking body laying on the floor, and placing a gentle hand, too gentle for the thoughts swirling through their mind, on top of their hand holding a knife to their wrist.

“Cara, let go,” Leonardo whispered into their ear as he sat down behind them, leaning into their back to let them feel his warmth.

“I don't want to Leonardo... I don’t want to be here anymore,” they choked out so painfully Leonardo could feel his own throat tightening at the sounds.

Leonardo could physically feel his heart crack as he slowly pealed his lover’s ice cold fingers off the knife’s handle, their fingers barely- hesitantly- pushing against his own in defiance.

“Lamb, please, let go for me,” Leonardo once more whispered as he nuzzled his nose into the space behind his lover’s ear. Breathing in their scent calmed him just a little, but when quick movement of his lover’s arm and the strong scent of blood fluttered up his nostrils Leonardo quickly removed the knife from their grasp and threw it across the room. The clattering sounded so loud in his pounding ears. Pulling one arm around their trembling waist Leonardo gripped their now bleeding wrist in his large hands.

My how fragile his lover looked at this moment, Leonardo thought.

The human’s sniffles turned into strong sobs that caused tremors to rip through their body, as they whispered, “... I’m sorry.... I didn’t know what I... was doing,” hiccupping every now and then.

Leonardo’s golden eyes followed the trail of blood that traced down his lover’s arm, oozing from the deep gash on their wrist. A thought popped into his head- something that would work, but might have damaging effects on his lover’s mental status. Leonardo hesitated as he delicately brought their wrist to his lips, and said, “you will not turn my love, I promise you that.”

“What-?”

The first swipe of Leonardo’s rough tongue against the human’s cut made their eyes roll back in their head and a soft, congested moan slip past their lips.

“What has you so worked up Cara?” Questioned Leonardo gently as he glanced up at his lover’s tear stained, ecstasy filled face all while giving short licks to their wrist, wiping up the blood trekking down their arm. The human’s dazed gaze shifted down to his heated eyes when they quickly looked away, clenching their jaw.

“I’m having not so... nice... thoughts. Thoughts that I’m nothing more than a hindrance to you and everyone else. I thought everyone would be better off with me gone,” the human mumbled, resting their head on the pureblood’s shoulder and furrowing their eyebrows.

Leonardo was honestly confused at their answer- what in the world gave them that idea?

“Little Lamb, please believe me when I tell you all of us would fall apart at the seems if you were gone. Especially me, little one, you have managed to worm your way into my heart, into my arms, and I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.”

“If you still want to leave this Earth, I won’t stop you, but please understand that you have so many people that care for you- love you. There are eleven men in this mansion, Cara, and all of them are willing to listen to what ever you need to get off your chest,” Leonardo continued, sighing and pressing a random rag he had dug out of his pocket to his lover’s wound, he hated seeing them in pain, mentally or physically. He molded his body over theirs and deeply growling as if he was mad at himself, “you are my everything Cara, please give a little more thought to your decision... I don’t know how I could live each day knowing you weren’t here with me.”

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silyabeeodess · 4 years ago

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FusionFall Headcanons: Mandy

Despite her own agenda, Mandy has never been one to simply let evil run rampant. Earth is still her home, and any danger someone like Fuse poses to it is just as much a threat to herself. With a steely determination matched only by her wit, she’ll make certain that Planet Fusion’s days are numbered.

Several episodes/movies of GAOBAM like “Billy and Mandy’s Big Boogey Adventure” highlight Mandy’s ultimate goal for world domination and just how dangerously close she can get to it--a trait that carries over in FusionFall through her plans to create an army of her own during Mojo Jojo’s guide missions. The main reasons she stops other villains rather than helps them is because she wants to be the main one in control with any sort of takeover done on her terms. Meanwhile, episodes like “Scary Poppins” would indicate that Mandy already has a large amount of power/influence in at least Endsville, but chooses not to use it as much as she could. Given that there’s little holding her back in this scenario, she might be weighing all of the potential risks such as the large number of heroes that would stand against her and that she personally may lack the strength to maintain her control were she to gain it. Basically, she’s taking smaller steps that would fly under most people’s notice and bidding her time for the right moment to act.

Nevertheless, as villainous as Mandy can be, she has acted out of seemingly selfless desires before, her friendship with Billy being the most obvious. True, Billy would make a decent pawn for her, but she’s also had to clean up a lot of his messes and has been shown to genuinely care for his well-being. It was her plan that saved his pet hamster, Mr. Snuggles, when the two first met Grim. She gives advice to Jeff the Spider and treats him well. Even thought she’s not a fan of Christmas and didn’t believe in Santa until she saw him, her first plan was to go after the Head Vampire to save him and the holiday. She even tried being kind to Mindy when she first moved to Endsville out of sympathy--before ultimately getting annoyed and telling her to shut up. This fits her status as more of an antihero than true villain.

Three traits Mandy seems to value most are intelligence, loyalty, and honesty:

She has respect for those who can match her wits even if they’re not always on her side. We see this a small bit in “The Cracks of Fuse” when, after the player destroys her Hypnotic Charm, she compliments them before warning them that they “won’t be so lucky” in the future.

She takes betrayal very seriously and it has been shown to hurt her deeply, as it did with Pandora in “Pandora’s Lunch Box.” Her reactions to it seem to depend on the relationship the traitor has with her and their reasoning beyond the betrayal. Mandy genuinely saw Pandora as a friend and hated being used, even if the result would’ve been convenient for her, so she had no issue locking Pandora away. She threatened to destroy Billy in the GAOBAM/KND crossover special when he stood against her. Meanwhile, the player in “The Cracks of Fuse” has more of a working relationship with Mandy and betrays her by Dexter’s orders in order to save people. The closer you are to her and the more deep the betrayal, the worse she’ll retaliate. If you stick by her side, she shows gratitude if only in passing comments. This would also align with her deep love for her dog, Saliva, an animal known for its loyalty.

As for honesty, don’t get me wrong, Mandy isn’t above deceiving others to get what she wants. At the same time though, she often makes her intentions very clear. If she hates someone, she hates them openly. She makes her goals and boundaries known to all. Furthermore, she’ll respect an agreement if she makes one--such as giving the player a reward at the end of “The Cracks of Fuse” despite her anger toward them. Her hatred toward Mindy may also partially stem from this, given the latter’s behavior as a stereotypical popular girl/bully with a “fake” personality.

Other than what I’ve said above, this bullet is pretty much based entirely on my own speculations and investment in a certain trope in a lot of current webcomics, so take with it what you will. Even as an infant, Mandy has been shown to rarely, if ever, smile with a dark outlook on life. She’s also extremely intelligent for her age. Fitting her personality and the supernatural themes in GAOBAM, I headcanon that Mandy might be an individual who reincarnated with her memories--likely on a subconscious level--from a terrible, previous life rather than moved on to the afterlife. It’s probably the most extreme claim I could make for her and you all who’ve been following these posts know that I rarely come up with them without some canon basis, but it’s one that I just can’t easily shake the longer the idea sits in my mind. She’s cynical of the world because she recognizes it as an awful place with awful people--and never would’ve had an infant’s naivety if she somehow already possessed early knowledge about the harsh realities in life. As a result, she wants to be in a position of power at all times so she doesn’t become anyone’s victim. She keeps her distance from others, yet cares about loyalty so much, because at some point in that past-life she would have already faced a cruel betrayal. This would feed into an insecurity/unwillingness to form real attachments, along with feelings of superiority. Even if she would despise personally having an overly nice, happy-go-lucky nature, she doesn’t actively go after individuals who are themselves that way like Jeff: This fits a respect of genuine kindness/innocence while also recognizing it as a potential danger in a cruel world. She would be more optimistic as a very young child, but with tempered expectations because of being given a second chance at life. However, her worst feelings would still continue to sink in as she grew and recognized everyday annoyances/evils others her age wouldn’t pay much attention to. Billy would only be able to draw so closely to her due to reaching out to her when they were so little and never giving up on that friendship, forcing her to accept him in her life. Think of a more ambitious Six from Little Nightmares.

Outside of the Mojo guide missions, most of Mandy’s own depict her as being an extremely effective Fusion Fighter if seemingly a little detached. There’s a strict approach to the way she directs the player, and she doesn’t let distractions or her own desires get in the way of her immediate work. Due to the amount of knowledge she has on both Fuse and supernatural artifacts for these missions, one of her main roles in the war is likely research.

Her time spent with Grim already allowed her to learn a lot about the supernatural; however, she has also studied under/with Hex some since arriving at Devil’s Bluff. At first, he admired her ambition and interest in magic. Once he realized how much of a threat and potential rival she could be though, Hex started being more careful with what he told her, treating her with caution. Mandy is aware of this, and as such will try gathering information he would keep secret from her through other people. As of now, she’s unable to summon magic herself without the help of others or the use of objects despite the vast amount of knowledge she’s gathered.

The mission “Hands Off” hints that Mandy didn’t join the nano project solely to help with the war effort, as she slips up by referring to her allies as “slaves” when explaining the decrease/lack of nanos would make them weak. Extending this to her nanos themselves, it’s likely she joined the with the intention of using them as a sort of personal army once the war is over. Since they would think and act like her, she imagined the only thing she’d have to worry about is some of them possibly sharing her ambitions and trying to usurp her, and that she could easily outsmart the small doubles should the need arise. Others would align with her goals and know they’d be in good standing if they followed her commands. However, she didn’t count on just how much their IE Donor’s influence would also affect their creation. Her plans haven’t really changed, but any Mandy nano with a strong bond to their IE Donor is a lost cause to her.

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yandere-society · 5 years ago

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Reincarnate

Synopsis: ‘Taehyung hates his immortal life, rueing the day Namjoon blessed him with eternity. But now, a hundred years later, he stumbles across someone who he— who they— want to keep forever.’

Pairing: Taehyung × Fem!Reader × Namjoon

Genre: Inspired by Interview with a Vampire, Horror

Word Count: 7K

Admin: @chimchimsauce

Trigger warnings: yandere-themes, descriptions of manipulation and physical harm. Please read with caution.

Rain patters peacefully against the large diner windows, blurring the lights of the cars passing by on the highway. The smell of cheap coffee wafts through the air as a tired-looking waitress wipes a rag over the empty countertop.

YN sighs, eyeing her own cup of now cold coffee and watery grits. She’s ordered almost an hour ago to calm her nerves about her upcoming interview. But with each minute that passes by, the reporter becomes more and more aware that the mysterious man on the phone had stood her up. She really shouldn’t be surprised anymore. She gets more prank calls than actual ones.

And yet, the disappointment is still there. The man who called her only this afternoon seemed much different from the giggling teenagers who claimed to have the latest scoop. His voice had been heavenly, enchanting even. Surely a voice like that couldn’t belong to a prankster.

Her rubbery eggs suggest otherwise.

Rising in anger (both at the mystery man for ditching and at herself for sitting here this long) YN begins to pack her bag, shoving notebooks and recorders into her small satchel before plopping two dollars on the table as a tip. When she turns to go, however, the woman nearly screams out in fright, startled by the stranger standing right in front of her.

Any snarky remark she intended on delivering falls dead on her tongue as her eyes widen, taking in the man before her. YN can confidently say in the twenty-four years she’s been alive, she’s never seen someone so beautiful. She openly stares at him, taking in his tall height, broad shoulders, large hands, and perfectly sculpted face. Even his attire is gorgeous. His fitted shirt hugs his body closely, jeans hanging on his waist loosely, ears pierced with sparkly silver jewelry.

This man belongs on a runway, not in a run-down diner under a highway.

“Sorry for making you wait,” he says jovially, not uncomfortable at the slightest due to her blatant staring.

“I - what?” YN asks, finally coming back to reality.

The stranger doesn’t respond, sliding into the other side of the booth and propping his head on his hands, looking at her endearingly. It causes color to rush to YN’s cheeks as she sits down just as quickly as she stood, trying to seem less frazzled than she really is.

“It’s okay,” the reporter says, finally putting two and two together and realizing that the handsome stranger was the one who called her, “Things happen,”

He smiles lazily, the expression sending YN’s heart into overdrive.

“Thanks for being so understanding,” he says with that beautiful voice of his, “I had a . . . prior engagement,”

His easy smile morphs into an amused one, making YN believe he’s referencing some inside joke she doesn’t understand.

“Would you like to order something? Coffee maybe?”

“I’m good, thank you,” he responds.

“Ah, well,” YN starts, trying to move on.

She really needs a story. The small newspaper she works for has had declining numbers this entire year. She’s afraid if she doesn’t write something spectacular, she’ll be laid off. YN rummages through her bag and sets up her recorder.

“You don’t mind, do you?” YN asks, looking up at the man.

He just shakes his head, the amused look on his face staying firm. It doesn’t quite sit right with her.

“You said you believe a vampire is behind the recent animal attacks that have been plaguing the town,” she asks once she’s certain that the device is recording.

She’s not one to waste time.

“Mmhm,” the man says, still grinning.

“And why is that, Mr . . .” YN trails off, realizing that she doesn’t know the man’s name.

He didn’t mention it earlier on the phone.

“Kim,” he says, “Kim Taehyung,”

For some inexplicable reason, that name seems familiar to her. She can’t tell where she’s heard it before, the memory lurking right out of her reach.

“Mr. Kim,” YN says, licking her suddenly parched lips, “You are aware that vampires are just myths, aren’t you? Especially around this season, it can be easy to blur the lines between fantasy and reality,”

For the first time since they’ve met, Taehyung’s eternal smile droops.

“Believe me, Beastie, vampires are most certainly real,”

“As fascinating as that would be to believe,” YN says, ignoring his strange conviction, “The attacks have been reported by the authorities as animal attacks. It’s not uncommon for a wolf to wander into town, considering Mistyhollow is completely surrounded by woods.”

Mistyhollow, the town YN grew up in, as the most uninteresting place on Earth. Even as a child, the sleepy town made YN restless, made her want to escape and see the real world. College had been that escape for her, but once both of her parents passed away in a freak accident, YN had no other choice but to come back and sort everything out.

The guilt is what made her stay. Her parents had been driving up to surprise her for her birthday when a semi-truck came out of nowhere and totaled their car and took both of them out of this world. YN couldn’t shake the feeling of responsibility, couldn’t turn her back of the town her parents loved.

So now, five years later, YN is still stuck here at this place, chasing adventure the only way she knows how.

“No animal has the prowess to kill the exact same way every time. Every person who was murdered died because of a fatal wound right here,”

The man - Taehyung - places two of his long fingers over his jugular.

“How did you know that?” YN asks, bewildered.

That information hadn’t been released to the public. The only way YN knows it to be true is because the chief of police - an old friend of her father’s - mentioned it to her when he came over to check on her last weekend. The large spike in murders caused the middle-aged man to worry for her safety, especially since he had taken it upon himself to watch over her ever since her parents passed.

“Because I know who killed them,” Taehyung says breezily and without a care in the world.

YN’s heartbeat skyrockets. She’s never seen Taehyung before tonight and Mistyhollow is small enough that she knows almost everyone. There’s a very real possibility that he indeed was the one to kill all those people or that he’s in cahoots with them.

The woman’s fear must be evident in her expression because Taehyung continues.

“Don’t be afraid. There won’t be any more murders in this town after tonight,” he tries (and fails) to soothe her.

YN stands up, story be damned. She’s not sitting next to a murderer for one second longer.

But before she can even blink, Taehyung is in front of her, cold hand wrapped around her wrist. His grip isn’t tight, but it’s firm enough to prevent her escape.

“Off so soon, miss LN? I haven’t even given you my story yet,”

Taehyung is incredibly bemused, YN’s growing terror causing him to smile.

“Let me go,” she demands, trying to free herself, “Or I’ll scream,”

“Go ahead,” Taehyung offers, not moving an inch.

The coldness seems to spread throughout her body the longer he’s touching her.

YN doesn’t hesitate. She screams at the top of her lungs, the sound sharp and shrill, every ounce of fear forcing its way out.

But nothing happens. No one comes running as she’d hoped they would. It’s at this moment that YN realizes that the two of them are all alone.

“I came here to be interviewed,” Taehyung says, “It’s incredibly rude to run out on me, especially since I had to travel such a long distance,”

“Please don’t kill me,” YN pleads, her voice barely above a whisper.

She’s terrified, completely frozen in place.

“Kill you?” Taehyung asks as if the thought had never occurred to him, “Of course not, beastie. I’d never hurt you,”

His words are much too loving for the situation they’re currently in.

“Then what do you want from me?” YN asks, brain coming up with a million different scenarios, some even worse than death.

“I just want you to listen to me. Is that so much to ask?”

“N-no,” YN says, willing to go along with whatever he says until she can figure out a way to escape.

“Good. It’s nice to see you obedient for once, Beastie,” Taehyung says, guiding her back to her spot in the booth and finally releasing her.

She knows that another attempt to run would not be smart.

“Now where were we,” Taehyung asks, settling back in, “Ah, right. You don’t believe in vampires. I don’t blame you. I didn’t either. Not at first,”

“Do you have any proof?” YN forces herself to ask, continuing to play her role.

Taehyung tilts his head to the side, thinking.

“You know, I think I’d like to order something after all,”

And just like that, the waitress reappears from the kitchen, approaching the table as normal, as if she hadn’t heard YN scream only moments ago. The reporter is completely stunned. The waitress doesn’t even look at her. She’s standing too stiffly for her stance to appear normal, a dazed, glazed look in her eyes.

“Hi, doll,” Taehyung regards the lady with a patronizing tone even though she’s old enough to be his mother, “I’ll take a cup of coffee,”

As the waitress walks away, YN notices the two puncture wounds in her neck, right where all the other victims had been attacked. Her mouth dries out as she tries to swallow, noticing the blood oozing from the wounds. When she’s finally able to tear her eyes from the sight, her eyes connect with Taehyung’s.

“Persuasion works really well right after I bite someone,” he says casually, dragging his tongue across his lengthened canines, “She’ll be fine soon enough,”

YN is silent, struggling to process what’s going on.

Vampires are real. Vampires have been behind the mass murders in town. The man in front of her is a vampire.

For some reason, it isn’t nearly as difficult to accept as she’d thought.

“Why tell me this?” YN finds herself asking as the waitress hands Taehyung his coffee.

He swaps his fresh cup for YN’s cold one.

“You wanted a story didn’t you, Beastie?” Taehyung asks, “So I’m going to tell you a story. Listen well and drink that coffee, we’re gonna be here a while.”

The day was sunny. Taehyung never knew how much he would grow to hate sunny days. It was sunny when a snake shot out and bit his new wife, sickening her until she faded away like snow in spring, taking their unborn child with her.

The funeral was held on a sunny day. Taehyung’s tears and bloodshot eyes did not match the warm green grass and cheerful birds. And so he retreated into his too big, too empty house, unaware of the calculating eyes watching his every move.

Time went by in a haze of bar fights and blowing his money in the whore house, desperate to feel something - anything. But no matter what the twenty-three-year-old did, all he felt was empty. He’d loved his wife so completely that her death seemed to destroy him as well.

It was another one of those nights where the man was drunk just as the sky turned dark, getting yelled at for cheating at the game of cards he’d just won. Staggering, Taehyung stumbles to his feet, raising his fists for another fight. But before the seething man across from him can sock him in the throat, someone pulls him away, spewing apologies to the other man and hurrying the both of them away before Taehyung can cause even more trouble.

Taehyung doesn’t even bother to look at who his savior is. The world is spinning too much for him to care about anything. His shoes catch on the ground, causing him to lurch forward only to be rescued by the stranger at the last second. The sudden change in momentum is the final straw for Taehyung. He gags before puking all over himself and the floor, probably getting some on the stranger based on the sound of displeasure he makes.

The stranger drops Taehyung, the man landing in a heap on the ground. Taehyung groans but doesn’t complain, content being trash on the side of the road.

“Honestly,” the stranger begins, “You’re quite a mess, aren’t you, Taehyung,”

He crouches beside Taehyung, finally giving the drunk a look at his face.

The stranger is handsome, tall and poised. The smile on his face is wicked and mischievous causing Taehyung’s heart to sink to his stomach.

“You even ruined my coat,” he says, tutting slightly as if scolding a small child, “But I’m sure you’ll make it up to me,”

“Who are you?” Taehyung asks, the feeling of danger boiling in his stomach.

There’s something off about this man, something sinister.

“Why, I’m your guardian angel,” he says, lips stretching even farther in an unnatural grin.

“Tell me,” he continues once it’s clear that Taehyung has no desire to reply, “Do you want to die?”

“Yes,” the fallen man says quickly, startling himself.

It’s a thought that has been bouncing around his skull ever since his wife died, ever since he realized how alone and miserable he’s been.

“Say your prayers, then,” the stranger says.

In the blink of an eye, the other man is on him, hand tangling into his hair and yanking his head to the side, exposing his neck. Pain radiates through Taehyung as long fangs force their way into his neck, red hot pain shooting through his nervous system.

Taehyung tries to scream but the sound is muffled by the stranger’s hand. The vampire’s eyes flutter closed as he draws in mouthful after mouthful, a near euphoric sensation causing a moan to get caught in his throat.

This desperate man has some of the best blood the vampire’s ever tasted and he’s going to drain him dry.

Despite claiming that he wanted to die only moments ago, Taehyung fights back as best he can, feebly punching at the man and trying to dislodge his fangs from his throat. Prey fighting back usually annoys the vampire but he finds himself in a good mood, pulling away to look Taehyung in the eyes.

“I thought you wanted to die,” he says, amusement lacing his tone as his tongue darts out and licks his bloodstained teeth clean, “Have you changed your mind?”

Taehyung nods as best he can, fiercely glaring at the vampire with a passion that makes the other’s toes curl in delight. He’s going to be a lot of fun.

“Let me cut you a deal, then,” the vampire begins, “I’ll save you, make you like me, but you’ll be mine. Do you understand?”

Taehyung nods again, his world slowly turning black.

And then the vampire is on him again, draining him nearly dry before using his fang to tear into his own wrist, placing his dripping arm up to the dying man and forcing him to drink. Taehyung soon becomes greedy, grasping onto the stranger with as much strength as he has, trying to pull more of the pure power into him.

“That’s enough,” the stranger says, attempting to pull away.

Turning someone else always drains his energy.

Taehyung doesn’t respond, trying to keep drinking his blood. Growing angry, the stranger rips Taehyung off of him, raising both of them into the air and over the neighboring harbor, his clawed hands coming up to strangle him.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he growls out, eyes as dark as pitch, “I’m the one in charge. Don’t test me,”

And with that, he drops Taehyung into the water.

“The vampire who changed me is named Namjoon,” Taehyung says, watching YN’s hands tremble as she tries to drink the coffee as he told her too, “He’s an insufferable bastard. Manipulative, selfish, mean. I hated him,”

“Then why,” YN begins, “Did you have him save you?”

Her question is hesitant. She’s equally afraid of asking the wrong thing and asking nothing at all.

“I had no idea what my life would turn into,” Taehyung says, a faraway look in his eyes, “If I’d known how it would go, I would have had him kill me . . . or maybe I wouldn’t have,”

His statement is confusing but YN doesn’t push any further.

“My new life began once I crawled out of the water like a drowned rat. I didn’t notice anything different at first. Namjoon wasn’t there and besides an intense ache in my throat, I didn’t feel any better. So I hauled my ass home,”

He pauses. YN gets the impression that talking about his transformation isn’t something Taehyung enjoys doing. It makes her question why he’s forcing this interview.

“The full moon is when it happened. The blood finally took over me. It was the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. I had escaped into the night and stumbled my way to the cemetery in my back yard. It was a rather morbid time if I think about it,”

“When was this?”

“Seventeen ninety-one,” he replies.

YN tries to hide her shock. The man in front of her is hundreds of years old.

She must have failed because he laughs slightly.

“I’ve aged rather well, haven’t I, Beastie?”

She nods numbly.

“And then the change came. Namjoon appeared. He watched me be ripped apart from the inside and put back together without even flinching. It felt like an eternity, but it was probably a few hours at most. It was still dark when I awoke,”

“What was different?” YN asks, continuing to play her role.

If she somehow manages to escape this diner, she’ll be able to say that she actually had an interview with a vampire.

“Everything,” he says breathlessly, “Everything I thought I knew to be true was a lie. Being human is seeing the world through a filtered, muddied window. Becoming a vampire was like removing the lense. Everything is clearer, sharper,” he lifts his head up, staring at the ceiling, “I can see every flake of paint, every dust molecule drifting through the air. I can hear your heartbeat and the cars on the highway a hundred miles from here,”

“That seems,” YN begins, searching for the right word, “Overwhelming,”

“It was. My whole world had shifted on its axis and started spinning the opposite way,”

Taehyung lay gasping, struggling to pull in air for his burning lungs.

“You can give that up,” Namjoon says, appearing from wherever he’d been hiding and landing softly on the dirt next to Taehyung, “Your lungs don’t work anymore. Stop trying to breathe,”

Seeing as it felt as if the new vampire was suffocating he does as told, holding his breath until his lungs stop screaming.

“You don’t need to breathe any longer,” Namjoon says, leaning over the crumpled Taehyung with a grin on his face, “But I imagine you’re rather hungry,”

It’s as if the words ignited a thirst in Taehyung. He began to claw at his throat as it burned, the need for blood overcoming him.

“Let’s go hunt, shall we? I wouldn’t want my new companion to die of thirst,” Namjoon says jovially, helping Taehyung up and dusting his clothes off.

“You can at least try to be presentable,” he scolds, “You are the head of an estate. You must look the part,”

“How did you know that?” Taehyung asks, eyes taking in all of the new sights and scents he hadn’t been able to register before.

“I know everything,” Namjoon says dismissively.

“Now,” he continues, clapping his hands together, “Follow me,”

And with those final words, Namjoon speeds off. If Taehyung had still been human, he wouldn’t have been able to see him. But his new vampiric sight allowed him to see every step the other took, every swish of his hair as he ducked and dodged branches.

With the thirst growing stronger every second, Taehyung follows him, eager for the feeling to go away. It doesn’t take him long to catch up with Namjoon despite running headfirst into a couple of trees as he tried to get used to his new speed.

Surprisingly, Namjoon doesn’t tease or scold him. The elder vampire simply crouches down at the edge of the forest, looking out into a clearing where a small, shoddily put together house stands. Light blinks in one of the thin windows, Taehyung’s new sight allowing him to make out the candle and the wax that slowly slides down the side.

“Tell me,” Namjoon asks, voice so quiet it would be undetectable by humans, “What do you hear?”

The question annoys Taehyung. He just wants to quench his thirst. But something tells him that Namjoon could end him easily if he stepped out of line. So he obliges, closing his eyes to try and better hear. He picks up the sound of three heartbeats.

“People,” he says, finally, “I hear their heartbeats,”

“Very good,” Namjoon praises, “How many?”

“Three?”

“Wonderful. You’re doing very well, pet. Soon enough you’ll be able to tell even more about prey before you’re anywhere near them. But those skills come with practice. Let’s go eat, hm? The blood in these humans isn’t nearly as delicious as some others, but it will do for now.”

Before any reasonable part of his brain can stop him, Taehyung rushes after Namjoon as they make their way over to the house.

“Now we could just break in and drain them,” Namjoon says to the salivating Taehyung, “But there isn’t any fun in that. Hunting is an art form. Watch.”

The suave vampire raps his knuckles on the door. When it isn’t immediately answered, he knocks again, this time harder. Shuffling can be heard in the small cabin as someone stirs awake, taking the lit candle and peeping through the door hesitantly.

“Hello,” the man begins, clearly confused as to why he has visitors at this late hour.

“Hello,” Namjoon says, barely containing his smile, “My companion and I,” he grips the slightly disheveled Taehyung, pulling him closer, “Were wondering if you could perhaps allow us to stay the night at your wonderful home. You see, we’ve become quite lost and -”

The human slams the door in their faces before Namjoon can even finish. He snarls at the door.

“How rude! And to think, I was going to kill him first so he didn’t have to watch his wife and child die first. Do you see what I get for being so kind?” Namjoon rants, turning to Taehyung.

It’s clear that he wants him to agree. Taehyung nods. The thirst grows more each moment. It’s all he can focus on.

“I’ll draw it out then. Alright,” Namjoon says, ripping the door entirely off of its hinges.

The screaming inside is instant. Namjoon pounces upon the man from earlier, sinking his teeth deep into his flesh. The wife scrambles to protect the screaming child, a boy of eleven or so. But Taehyung is too far gone to process his actions. In the blink of an eye, the new vampire has the woman pinned against the wall, hands squeezing her neck so tightly that it breaks, killing her mid-scream. Taehyung’s mouth aches as fangs push through his gums and find their way into the woman’s shoulder, pulling in mouthful after mouthful. He isn’t sure how long it takes but soon enough her body is completely drained.

The blinding thirst has absolved quite a bit, but it still taunts him, still calls for him to drink more. So he turns to the crying child huddled in the corner, barely registering the joy in Namjoon’s face and the horror in the man’s as he’s forced to watch.

The child doesn’t have a chance. Taehyung bites his shoulder, growing annoyed as he struggles and screams loudly. Without pulling away, he reaches a hand up and crushes his skull, effectively silencing him. After draining him completely, Taehyung licks the streams of blood off his ruined face, sighing in relief at the fullness he feels.

It’s only then when he registers what he’s done.

“My humanity was gone,” Taehyung says, watching the expressions on YN’s face. “Namjoon and I went on a violent killing spree for the first month after my transformation. We killed everyone we came across,”

YN swallows.

How many people must he have killed? Taehyung is over two hundred years old. The number has got to be in the thousands.

“And after I settled into my transformation, once I was free from the desire for blood constantly hanging over my head, I began to hate what I was, what I choose to become. I am a murderer. I steal the lives of innocent people just so I can creep through the night forever. But I could not freely express these emotions. Namjoon was extremely temperamental back then. One wrong word and he’d have me pinned against the ceiling,”

YN chews her lip. She wants to ask more about the relationship between the two men but she also doesn’t want to end up dead on the floor.

“Go ahead, Beastie,” Taehyung prompts, staring at her with eyes too beautiful to belong to a soulless creature such as himself, “Ask your question,”

YN’s cheeks heat up. He’d caught her off guard.

“What exactly . . . was your relationship? With Namjoon?”

Her words are hesitant.

The vampire seems to think for a moment.

“Companions, I suppose,” he says after a pause, “Sometimes more. Often times less. Namjoon always wanted something. He changed me because I had the ability to amuse him. He’d been watching me for quite a while. Namjoon knew the money and influence I held and wanted it for himself. I was nothing more than a plaything for him in the beginning,”

“That sounds toxic,”

“That’s not even the half of it,” he says, laughing a little.

YN supposes that it’s been long enough that he can laugh about it.

“Eventually I grew tired of it,” Taehyung says, becoming more serious, “Namjoon was so happy and I was even more miserable than I was as a human. And one day at dinner I just snapped,”

“Your servants are great cooks. Too bad I can’t enjoy any of the food,” Namjoon says, poking a turkey with a solid silver fork.

A golden goblet sits to his right, filled to the brim with blood. Namjoon’s ringed fingers daintily wrap around the glass’ stem, bringing it to his mouth, his lips painted ruby.

Taehyung sits opposite him, his own glass still full. He cringes internally, thinking of the servants Namjoon put under persuasion to go into the town and kidnap people, only to lock them in the cellar to be used as personal blood bags.

Namjoon shares none of this guilt, jovially chatting away and enjoying his expensive clothes, all bought with Taehyung’s money.

“The decor in here is a little dated, don’t you think, pet? So last century. I say we redecorate,”

“You say a lot,” Taehyung spits, unable to hold his tongue for a moment longer.

Namjoon’s happy expression hardens.

“Oh?”

It’s a challenge, clear as day.

Normally Taehyung would back down immediately, but he’s had enough.

“But you never say anything important. All you do is ramble on and on. Don’t you ever get tired of yourself? I certainly do,” Taehyung snaps.

It feels good to let it all out.

The fork Namjoon had been holding bends in half in his grip.

“You’re an ungrateful brat, you know that?” Namjoon says, struggling to keep his cool, “I give you eternal life and you treat me like this?”

“I’d rather be dead,” Taehyung says, glaring at his ‘savior’.

“That can be arranged,”

And with that, Namjoon launches himself over the table and at Taehyung. The younger vampire was ready, however, and soon a brawl broke out. The two of them completely trashed the banquet hall, Taehyung knocking over a candle and setting the luxurious rug on fire.

The vampires don’t notice, continuing to fight each other viciously. It’s only when the ceiling begins to fall around them that they break away and escape the house fire.

It’s chaos outside as servants scream and search for each other.

“Look what you did,” Namjoon growls, his fancy clothes charred, no longer looking even close to their original glory, “Look what you ruined!”

Taehyung pays his creator no mind, watching his home burn to the ground. It sends a bolt of satisfaction through him. That house was where all his happy memories were, where his human life occurred. It should be turned into ashes, just like his soul has been.

“Weren’t you sad that you lost your home?” YN asks.

By now her coffee is completely empty. She grows slightly more courageous as every minute passes. It’s probably the caffeine.

“It felt liberating. That home was where my old life lived. Being there after being turning was another level of torture I hadn’t known I’d been suffering through until it was gone. Abd the look on Namjoon’s face was absolutely worth it,”

“What happened next?” YN asks him.

She’s beginning to get sucked into the story. It almost seems like a demented fairytale.

“We were penniless. Our days of grand parties and servants were over. I had expected Namjoon to abandon me, but I think he realized sticking around would be the perfect payback for ruining his carefully thought out plan,”

Taehyung taps his fingers against the diner table absentmindedly. He comes back to himself, waving a finger in the air to summon the waitress who promptly refills YN’s coffee.

“Thank you,” the reporter murmurs.

Taehyung smiles again, some unreadable emotion hiding behind his eyes.

“For some time,” he continues his tale, “The two of us wandered about, draining people and using their belongings for as long as we could,”

YN winces.

“I know. It was awful. But at the time, there didn’t seem to be anything else we could do. And then it got even worse,”

“How?” YN asks, fingers warm from her cup.

“A sickness came. It was still the time where one person being sick could take a whole town with them. So of course, the blood quality fell tremendously. Vampires can’t contract illnesses, but diseased blood can make us weaker. It was then,” Taaehyung says, locking eyes with the girl in front of him, “that we met her,”

“Her? Who?” YN asks, feeling entirely naked under his intense gaze.

“Elizabeth,” he says with a fondness reserved for those dearest to his heart.

His entire form brightens considerably.

The town around them looks like it got hit by a tornado. Houses are empty and decrepit, windows cracked and door ripped off of their hinges. Crappy, poorly assembled carriages are turned over in the streets.

“Oh great,” Namjoon says as the two vampires make their way through the ghost town, “Everyone’s already dead,”

The elder vampire steps on a dead body, kicking it over with a pout on his face.

“You whine so much,” Taehyung says, peeping into an abandoned house, seeing if anything is able to be salvaged.

He’s rummaging through a set of drawers, only finding old papers and nicknacks.

“You’re a bad luck charm. I’m sure of it,” Namjoon complains, destroying a wall with a half-assed punch.

“Why are you still here then? You’re absolutely welcome to leave,”

“Oh please,” Namjoon says, laying himself over the younger, “You love me too much for me to leave,”

Taehyung rolls his eyes as they continue going through town, looking for people to drain. By the time they’ve reached the final house, hope is almost entirely lost. It’s been a few days since either of them has had blood, weakening the both of them.

As they enter the last house weak footsteps can be heard.

A willow of a girl steps into sight. Her cheeks are sunk in and her body is so thin that it’s obvious that she hasn’t eaten in a long time. Her skin is dirty and caked in dirt, clothes nearly falling off of her. Taehyung guesses that she’s a teenager.

“Can you,” she begins, “Help my mother?”

Taehyung’s eyes are drawn from her form to the dead body curled up on a stack of straw mats.

“She’s ill,”

A pang of sympathy surges through Taehyung.

“Your mother’s dead,” Namjoon tells the girl bluntly, “And you will be too in just a few moments,”

Before he can attack, Taehyung holds his arm in front of Namjoon’s chest, stopping him.

“Don’t,” he says.

Something about the girl is so innocent and sweet. The sudden urge to protect her overwhelms him.

“You want to kill her?” Namjoon asks, surprised.

Taehyung almost always attacks people over the age of thirty. It helps ease his guilt.

“Leave her,” Taehyung says.

She’s trembling now, huddled next to her mother’s corpse. He pities her. He’d done the same thing when his wife died forty years ago.

A sudden, wicked smile emerges on Namjoon’s perfect face.

“I’ll tell you what,” he begins, not even trying to hide the scheming tone in his voice, “I’ll give you two options. Either you turn her,” he pauses, always one for dramatics, “Or I’ll kill her,”

“No,” Taehyung nearly growls out.

He isn’t sure why but the thought of her death makes him angry. Namjoon has obviously picked up on it and is using that sudden determination to manipulate him.

No matter what, some things never change.

“Try and stop me,” the elder says with a cocky grin.

Even though Taehyung has been a vampire for decades, he’s not nearly as strong as Namjoon. Their numerous fights always end with Namjoon winning and boasting about it for weeks afterward.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, inhaling her scent. She smells absolutely divine, the blood thumping just barely under her skin calling to him. He glances once more at Namjoon before approaching the frightened girl.

“What’s your name?” he begins, crouching down next to her.

“E-Elizabeth,” she stutters out.

Taehyung smiles at her sweetly, trying to calm her down so she’s not as frightened for what’s to come.

“Don’t worry, little Elizabeth,” Taehyung says, “You won’t feel the pain for much longer,”

Her eyes are blown wide as Taehyung opens his mouth wider than what should be possible, his sharp fangs glittering in the moonlight filtering in through the broken window. A scream gets caught in the girl’s throat as his fangs sink into her skin.

Her blood is the best he’s ever tasted. His eyes roll back in his head as she struggles against him. Taehyung wraps his arms around her frail body, careful not to crush her bird bones. The blood is almost too delicious to stop but Taehyung pulls away just in time, force-feeding her his own blood as Namjoon had all those years ago.

Namjoon watches with a satisfied grin on his face, loving the way he can jerk the younger around and bend him to his will.

Because the full moon is tonight, Elizabeth’s transformation is nearly instantaneous. Taehyung watches as her cheeks fill out and regain a healthy, youthful glow. Her hair becomes shiny and her cracked, dirty nails grow to a dainty length.

She’s beautiful.

“Are transformations always this stunning?” Taehyung asks Namjoon, looking at the elder in wonder.

“I’m not sure. You’re the only person I’ve ever been able to successfully change,” he says, “But you became so beautiful,: Namjoon says, voice trailing off as he looks at his companion.

Despite the way they always fight and generally have a giant distaste for each other, Taehyung holds a special place in Namjoon’s cold, dead heart. He feels more alive when the other one is around.

The moment is broken when the girl gasps loudly, waking up.

“I loved her,” Taehyung says, “We both did. She was the breath of fresh air we needed in our lives. We bonded over her presence, but we . . . disagreed over how we should teach her,”

Taehyung takes a breath, looking at the face he adores, noticing how it’s ever so slightly different than before. She’s older than she ever got before, her face a little slimmer, her stature a little taller.

“Soon after we found and changed Elizabeth, there was a boat expedition we managed to sneak onto. Namjoon managed to convince Elizabeth to help him rob some of the richer passengers. While I didn’t agree - robbing from the living is quite different than robbing from the dead - it was enough to set us up with a new life,”

YN is quiet, obviously thinking over his story. Taehyung indulges her, remaining silent as well. If he’s learned anything in his time on earth, it’s how to be patient. Even though she doesn’t know it, Taehyung would never hurt her.

“Was it better? Were you happier once you became reestablished again?”

“The wealth didn’t make much of a difference to me,” Taehyung says honestly, “But Namjoon was ecstatic. And so was Elizabeth. Her entire human life had been lived in squalor, so it was just as foreign as her new abilities. It made Namjoon so happy to spoil her. He’d order new dresses to be made almost weekly and always bought her anything her heart desired,”

He speaks of those times fondly, almost happily. It stirs something in her heart.

“But it made her meaner - crueler. And I couldn’t help but get jealous. She was mine. I’d turned her, I was the one who saved her. And yet Namjoon was jeopardizing her time. So I sweet-talked him, played into his ego and greed and got him to spend more time away from the house. He got into stocks and business, stealing from rich business owners while smiling at them.

“Were you together with her? With Elizabeth?”

“I suppose. Nearly,” Taehyung says, pain evident in his tone and facial expression, “We spent so much more time together. For the first time since meeting my wife, I really connected with someone on a deeper level. We would lay together and just talk about whatever. We’d speculate about the future, talk about how we wanted the world to change. I loved her more than anything and I know she loved me too. But then,”

He falls silent again.

“We’d managed to catch the attention of a local cult. One of the leaders worked with Namjoon and convinced him to bring me to a meeting. We’d expected a normal meeting but were subdued with silver chains and taken hostage. But that wasn’t what made me - us so angry. They’d taken Elizabeth. Took her from our safe home and forced her into captivity,”

YN reaches out to the vampire, surprising both of them when her warm hand touches his cold one. She moves to snatch it away but Taehyung quickly interlaces their fingers, preventing her from moving at all.

“They tortured her,” Taehyung spits bitterly, “And then murdered her right in front of our eyes. They pushed her out into the sun and made us watch as she disintegrated,”

“I’m so sorry,” YN says, heart going out to him.

She knows exactly how it feels to lose a loved one.

“They got what they deserved. Someone slipped up and Namjoon and I were able to escape. We slaughtered them all and set their lair on fire,”

YN squeezes his cold hand, all the fear she’d had at the beginning of his tale gone completely,

“Namjoon and I grew closer after losing her. It was devastating to both of us. We were the only comfort the other had. We’d both lost a lover, a companion . . . a friend. We had to become those for each other. But even still, it was a loss we couldn’t recover from,”

“How long ago was it?” YN asks.

Time does not heal all wounds but it does make it easier to cope.

“About a hundred years,” he pauses, “But something happened recently. I don’t think we’ll feel that pain anymore,”

“Why?”

A ding catches YN’s attention. She’s surprised to see another man, this one even taller than Taehyung. Hs grins at her with a dimpled smile.

“Hello, pet,” he says, voice sending a shiver down the reporter’s spine.

Taehyung doesn’t even look behind him, relaxing instantly.

“Hello, Namjoon,”

YN’s heart rate picks up rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he’s standing right in front of the table.

“I got impatient,” he says, speaking to Taehyung but looking at YN with a smile so wide her stomach flips.

“I’m not surprised,” the other vampire responds.

Something tells YN that there is no chance of escape.

“Make it quick,” YN says, closing her eyes and feeling breathless, “Please,”

She doesn’t want to face her death with open eyes.

There’s movement around her. YN squeezes her fists together.

But no fangs enter her skin. When she opens her eyes, both Namjoon and Taehyung are looking at her fondly.

“We’ve missed you so much, Beastie,” Namjoon says, eyes dialed.

“I - what?” YN asks, confused and terrified.

“I never believed in reincarnation. But here you are. Our sweet little angel,”

All at once, it rushes back to her. The soft way Taehyung had spoken over the hours, the nickname, the way he looked at her.

“I don’t - no,” YN says, shaking her head, trying to run but getting surrounded immediately.

“Don’t worry,” Namjoon says, “You learned to love us once. You can do it again,”

Her voice dies in her throat as two pairs of fangs approach her, sinking into either side of her throat. As the world turns dark, YN hears one a singular sentence.

“You won’t leave us ever again.”

#yandere bts #yandere x reader #taejoon #namjoon x reader #taehyung x reader #vampire bts #vampire au #namjoon x taehyung

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miraclejune · 6 years ago

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HERO’S SOUP: Chapter 2

Meet the pack

Jeongin was barely keeping up with the sprint-run chase happening at that moment. He almost tripped twice, okay, at least 5 times. Don’t laugh.

Seungmin was mumbling incoherent words as he dragged him across town. Jeongin was certain that the guy was probably just cursing at Chan.

Seungmin suddenly stopped in his tracks, bringing Jeongin to bump against his broad back.

Jeongin held his injured nose trying his best to muffle his pain. He was left confused as to why Seungmin stopped. Swallowing the heavy lump on his throat, he managed to squeak out “Why?” in the most pathetic tone.

Seungmin didn’t answer him. “Huh, I lost them-wait… Never mind.” said the witch with an empty and condescending tone. He didn't hear him. Jeongin was glad and disappointed at the same time.

They continued walking, or sprinting. I don’t know.

After walking AND sprinting for god knows how long, they arrive at a secluded area. Jeongin remembered the words his mom said about this place. Being the good kid, he is, he stopped. Pulling Seungmin back. The witch looked at him through his brows.

"What?"

Jeongin clenched his free hand behind his back. "We can't go there."

Seungmin looked at him with empty yet curious eyes. "And why not?" Jeongin shrugged. Making the witch more confused.

"Mum used to warn me about that area. It's a dangerous place."

"What are you? 10?"

"No. I'm 17." Seungmin put up a silencing hand. Letting him know he was not interested and was being sarcastic.

“You know what? Just go home. We can deal with this later. Here's my number. Call me tomorrow around 8 to 9 in the morning.” Seungmin waved his hand lazily and dismissed him.

Removing his hold on his wrist, the witch turned around and started walking away. Jeongin was dumbfounded. He wanted to follow him but at the same time, he was scared to do so. He looked behind him, no one was there. He looked in front of him, Seungmin just turned to the narrow corner.

As of instinct, he sprinted towards the witch’s last location. Grasping his shirt. Seungmin gazes back at the boy.

His stern face softened at the sight. Jeongin was clearly shaken by the previous and upcoming scenarios. He was just a kid, a normal human kid up until earlier where he witnessed so much at the same time. Seungmin let out another sigh and held the boy’s hand, making him look up to him. “Come on.” and with that, they journeyed towards the wolf and the vampire’s location.

They were walking in silence. Jeongin was barely keeping up as his strength slowly deteriorated. After what happened, he was mentally and physically exhausted. But he wanted to come with Seungmin. He has something he has to do.

“I want to apologize to Chan.” Seungmin stopped and turned to him. He was clearly surprised by the boy’s request. “I’m sorry, what?” as if hearing it wrong, Seungmin made sure he wasn't hearing things. But he was welcomed by a determined face. Seungmin tried his best not to smile.

However, it was no laughing matter. Seungmin knew who Chan was and what he was capable of. He has seen the man lose his sanity once and boy, did he want to kill himself after witnessing it.

Grabbing Jeongin’s other hand he warned, “Jeongin, you can still forget about everything that happened today.”' It was a vague answer, but the younger one knew what Seungmin meant. He didn’t want him to get involved with these kinds of stuff. And to be honest, neither did Jeongin. What happened earlier was the scariest thing ever. But he also convinced himself that half of it was his fault.

Jeongin stared right through the witch’s brown orbs. “I don’t want to. I want to say sorry to Chan and to you too. I've been with him only for a short time but every time I look in his eyes I can't see a hint of emotion at all. I always wondered why he was like that, I wanted to know him more. I want to help him.” Seungmin was in awe. The boy eyed Seungmin until he broke into a small smile. Jeongin returned it with the biggest one he could come up with, displaying his braces in full view of the latter.

Seungmin knew he lost this battle. So, they started walking again, with the rest of the awkward air vanishing as they went further into the abandoned roads.

The buildings grew thinner and eventually, they were surrounded by thick trees and tall grasses. Seungmin spotted Woojin and Chan whispering at the distance, he sauntered towards the two, leaving Jeongin behind as the boy drank up the last remaining drops of his water.

Woojin easily spotted the two and waved at them. Chan, who found out about their presence 5 minutes ago, did not even bother to greet them. He was focused on what was happening. “Jisung is in there alone? Is he wounded?” Woojin shakes his head. “But I can detect a faint smell of his scent. It’s mixed with a bit of blood.” Chan took a sharp intake of breath, balling his fists as he eyed the warehouse.

“Chan, what the hell is happening?” The vampire did not respond and was lost in thought. Woojin turned to Seungmin and gave him a small smile as he wiped his hand on his pants, reaching out to the witch afterward.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t get to introduce myself. I’m Woojin.” The wolf felt at ease around the witch, even though he had bad experiences with some of them in the past. Seungmin was a good person, he can tell, and he can also tell he has a bit of an attitude, the thought made him laugh inside his head. Seungmin accepted the pleasantries so as not to be perceived as someone who’s rude.

Woojin tilted his head and looked beyond Seungmin. Jeongin popped up from Seungmin’s side, and he gave Woojin a small bow. The older man smiled at the boy, “You must be Jeongin, right? Chan told me about-” Chan suddenly grabs hold of them and pushes them onto the ground.

“Someone’s patrolling, keep quiet.” Woojin put his huge hand behind Jeongin’s back making the boy look at him. He gave him a smile and mouthed the words, “It’s okay. I’ll protect you.” Jeongin couldn’t help but smile.

They sat on the itchy grass for about 5 minutes, and relaxed when Chan signaled them that the guard was gone. A figure lurked behind Jeongin, alarming Seungmin. He was about to attack when Woojin stopped him. “A friend.” The figure slowly moved towards Woojin's side; his handsome face was full of worry too. He scanned through the unfamiliar faces and gaze lingering at Jeongin. Aware of the boy’s identity, he smiled unconsciously. “This is Hyunjin, he’s the beta.” Hyunjin was not that fond of humans, he perceived them as lower beings who take nature for granted. But this particular human being was somewhat special. And the way Chan talks about him, he was indeed special.

“Jeongin?” The mention of his name made Jeongin blush. He didn’t expect all of them to know his name. It made him look at Chan with the side of his eye. Did Chan really talk about him?

A flame of scarlet crept in a swift diagonal across his cheeks. Woojin and Chan started to plan out their attack, with Seungmin heavily warning them about the consequences which led to him and Chan fighting because Seungmin brought the kid with him.

The last member of the pack soon arrived, Changbin. He was confused by the sight of Chan and an unfamiliar face bickering about another unfamiliar face beside him, which he later found out was Chan's “bodyguard” and a witch to boot. Jeongin felt safer and calmer as the three wolves reassured him about his safety. Hyunjin was the most caring and well, he was something else.

Hyunjin liked the boy. He smelled so much like baby powder and cherries. He also had this warm and soft air around him that makes you want to put him in your pocket and protect him at all costs. Changbin was okay with him. And Woojin also liked him, he liked him the first time his name slipped out of the vampire’s mouth.

Yes, Chan mentioned the boy a few times. He was caught off guard most of the time, earning coos and chants from his wolf friends.

Woojin frowned perplexedly, Jisung was the one who wanted to meet the boy the most. “Enough.” all the attention was drawn to him. Jeongin was sure he peed a little bit. Woojin’s face was no longer soft and calm, his voice was an octave deeper and that one word made everyone shiver in panic.

“We have to save Jisung, now.” The situation grew worse when they began to hear loud growls and moans coming from the distance. Seungmin felt guilty and was also a bit worried about the missing wolf, even though he had no clue who he was. Jeongin felt bad as well for what was happening. And Chan...

Well, he felt like he could kill anyone at that moment.

But the wolves had it worse. They are connected to each member of the pack, making their pain more unbearable than the others. They have to save him, as soon as possible.

Chan and the wolves started moving out. The vampire firmly commanded Seungmin to stay put, giving Jeongin a cold gaze at the same time. Seungmin who was still infuriated by Chan surprisingly listened to his instructions, he was worried about the safety of the boy without really admitting it.

“We should stay here, it’s not safe there.” Seungmin saw the hesitation in the boy’s eyes. “No. We won’t be of help to them. Chan is strong, they will be okay.” the boy nodded. Seungmin was right. And he also hoped the witch would stop treating him like a kid. For fuck’s sake he was only younger by 1 year.

Chan and the pack of wolves slowly approached the warehouse. The wolves talk among themselves through this telepathy thing wolves do, while Chan stands in front of the chained gate. He made his presence hidden, making him really hard to notice. Chan jumped over the gate, landing without a sound on the other side. Looking back at the wolves huddled in a line near a tree. He nodded in their direction and in a blink of an eye, the three wolves scattered around the place.

Chan made his way inside, but oddly enough he didn’t find any guards lurking around the place. Worry washed over him, he started sprinting towards the sound of moans and growls. He swung the door open and was greeted by 6 people holding up their guns towards Chan's direction. For a split second, he saw a speaker on the table and cloth containing what seems to be the lost wolf’s blood and scent.

He snickered, baring his teeth and claws. The men took a step back, the last one on the right spoke with a shaky voice, “Hey hey. Boss never said there would be a bloodhound.” in a flash, the man dropped cold on the floor, his head rolled towards another man’s foot.

Chan stepped out of the warehouse with bloody hands. The rest of the pack came running towards his direction, Hyunjin towing Jeongin and Seungmin behind him. “What happened,” although they already heard the happenings inside, Changbin continued to ask Chan about it. The empty gaze of the vampire made him stop midway.

Jeongin stared at Chan's face. The one they were trying to find was clearly not there. “I’m sorry Chan, I thought I smelled Jisung’s scent- '' Chan pulls out the bloody cloth from his pocket. The waft of blood filters through the air, Woojin moves closer towards Chan and gently picks up the cloth from his hand. He let out a low and painful growl, startling both Seungmin and Jeongin.

Hyunjin pulls the two closer, giving them a small smile as comfort. Even though he had his tail between his legs just like Changbin. The tension grew larger and bolder. They have reached an impasse.

Seungmin, who just gained back his courage, breaks free from Hyunjin’s grip. He took small steps towards Chan and Woojin. “Let me have it.” Woojin’s grim expression melted away, plainly startled by the witch’s words. Seungmin held out his palm and motioned Woojin to hand it over. The rest of them watched the scene unfold.

Growing impatient, Seungmin snatched the cloth from Woojin and held it tightly between his palms. Jeongin saw how Seungmin’s hair turned white and his eyes went from dark to a striking violet shade. The cloth glowed, as the witch mumbled unintelligible words.

“I know where he is, come on.” Woojin collected the cloth from Seungmin, surprised by the sudden warmth of it. Jeongin lets himself be dragged by the witch; his head turns towards the rest of the crew. He held up his hand, gesturing for them to follow. Chan wanted to ask him why he didn’t do that in the first place but knowing Seungmin, he knew he would only be answered with a shrug or a snarky remark so he didn’t bother.

They paced around for about 15 minutes, Seungmin momentarily stopping in front of an abandoned 2 story house. Jeongin didn’t even get the chance to look at the place when they were suddenly swept off the ground and was carefully placed back down 5 meters away from their last location.

“There are guards, stay here.” Hyunjin transformed into a huge light grey wolf and disappeared into the bushes. Seungmin pushed Jeongin behind the tree and sat beside him. Again, he chanted unfamiliar terms, earning a side glance from the boy. “I put up a barrier within 5 feet.” Jeongin nodded and peered over the house watching the scene unfold.

Woojin knocks off one guard who was behind the warehouse while Changbin and Hyunjin knock out another one lurking around the bushes.

The vampire made his way inside the house, making sure to be as quiet as possible. Jisung’s growls and moans became more perceptible by ear. It sparked more anger building up inside Chan's chest.

He bared his fangs and claws. Blood red eyes illuminated across the darkroom. Chan looked through the small gap in the door. He saw 4 figures hovering around another one who was tied to a steel table. The sight made his blood boil.

It was their lost wolf.

Woojin barged inside through the huge window, full form visible under the faint light from the single lamp dangling at the ceiling. Changbin and Hyunjin followed their alpha from behind. Hyunjin gave Chan a fleeting glance, telling him not to do anything rash and stay hidden for a while.

Woojin's golden fur reflected the sunlight seeping through the open wall. His figure represented that of an alpha.

A man in a suit appeared from the darkness, his blonde hair was slicked back, blue eyes looked at the pack of wolves hungrily. The man let out a low chuckle, “Our diversion didn’t work, but this is good. Imagine handing them 4 wolves instead of just one?” the rest of the crew laughed, pulling out their guns as they did so. Woojin stepped back, his eyes darted from the guns to Jisung, to the rest of his pack and lastly to Chan.

Chan turned up his smell, and was welcomed by a strong metallic scent, “Silver bullets…” the blonde man turned his head towards Chan's direction, he found two red eyes staring right at him, the man looked away, a smile creeping into his chiseled face.

“A pack of wolves with a vampire? Huh, makes sense now. But how did you find us?” the loud bang of the gun resonated around the room, alarming the pack of wolves and Chan. The man didn’t bother receiving an answer and ordered his men to start shooting. Woojin attacked the first guy on his left, while Hyunjin tried to nudge Jisung to wake up. Changbin leaped towards the rest of the two guards.

“Come on, let me fight.” but he was responded to by a low growl from Woojin who just bit off the guard's head. Woojin didn’t want Chan to fight. Jisung suddenly woke up from the commotion. He started to trash against the silver chains around his body. Hyunjin let out a small whine, telling Jisung it’s okay and making sure he was not a threat to himself.

The wolf continued to go insane. Chan was itching to help them. But, a fiery gaze of order coming from the biggest wolf made him stay on his ground. He knew the worst-case scenario would be him, intervening with a fight consisting of Woojin’s pack. The fight continued without him. Woojin bit off one of the guard's arms making the guy cry in pain. The alpha quickly ended his agony by decapitating him. Changbin and Hyunjin finished off the last of the guards, drawing all their attention to the mastermind.

A curious and inexplicable uneasiness bounced from one member to another. There was something weird about that man. The werewolves knew he was a hunter, the way he was dressed and how his eyes looked at them with so much hunger. But what bothered them the most is the lack of fear in the man’s eyes.

Chan's head snapped towards the window on his left side. He shambled away with speed. Gloom overcame him. Woojin and the rest of the pack simultaneously moved their heads towards Chan's direction and back to the blond man. An air of suffocating silence engulfed them. Woojin’s overwhelming demeanor vanished as his eyes danced in terror.

His voice echoed inside the heads of the rest of his pack, “They got Jeongin and Seungmin.”

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bffhreprise · 5 years ago

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Entry 282

Madeleine, Cosette's character in Ancient Tribes of Earth, always struck me as adorable. She was a blonde, halfling vampire dressed in the most stereotypical Gothic Lolita dress that I could make, complete with mithral crosses adorning it. I would have used silver but vampires in the game were weakened by it.

We were exploring again. Regularly being free at this time of night, both of us enjoyed small adventures together. Since neither of us were geared toward fighting monsters, we specialized in collection quests, using stealth rather than force to accomplish our goals.

Feeling my kitten nuzzle me, I gently rubbed her head. She was growing slower than typical for a cat, and I wasn't sure why, though I guessed that Aaliyah had done something. I wouldn't complain, certain that I was going to live for many, many years. "D-Don't worry, Pufflewink, y-you are an imp-portant part of our c-crew as well!" I assured my kitten.

Catching movement in the corner of my eye, I looked up and wished that I could be using my own eyes within the game. A meteor seemed to be falling. Outside the game, I would be able to make out the tiniest details as it fell, allowing me to guess at what I was seeing, but the possible materials in real life were very limited compared with the vast possibilities within the game. Of course, I’d be able to grab it and return home in under a second outside of the game.

"What are you… Oh. That's pretty." commented Cosette as she caught sight of the meteor as well.

I started to tell her why I needed it as we watched. My mind had exploded into action, with each tiny fragment being a separate train of thought. I knew every last possible material that could be acquired from meteorites as listed in the guild library; many of them were precious. I needed this.

As part of my mind considered what could be made from this treasure, another part had already considered multiple possibilities for how to collect this. Going by the trajectory, we would be heading into dangerous territory. With help being needed, I had considered who to enlist, eventually crossing off those who were sleeping.

Thoughts of speaking with others always created a small subdivision of my mind dedicated to anxiety. Thousands of versions of me acted through scenarios for asking help from each individual, but those were quickly crossed out along with the targets of my pleas. Countless terrible possibilities played out. Luckily, a single group of scenarios regarding James and Pufflewink were becoming more and more enjoyable to consider.

Looking down at my adorable kitten, I explained to her the mission I expected her to complete. Cosette giggled at parts, but she surely was aware that some of what I said was getting through to my kitten. Cosette was incredibly observant compared to most, but even she couldn't understand Pufflewink's replies. Who could blame her, when cats didn't even have a language? I wasn't entirely certain how I understood either, but I always did, even more easily than my mom had. Another section of my mind visited the room I kept for Mom, filled with our memories together.

Watching Pufflewink hop down from my lap, Cosette asked "Do you think she'll make it?"

I nodded. "She's sm-smart. Let's g-get our… g-gear. T-Time's short. No n-need for b-bonus?"

Grinning, Cosette said, "As you wish, but what do we do if James declines?"

My mind refused to consider a possibility where James would turn down such a cute kitten who had journeyed so far to find him. He was far too kind to commit such a barbaric act. "H-He'll… help." I assured her.

"Thank you, Mila." stated Cosettte when a portion of each of our screens changed to display Pufflewink traversing the hall.

I was already guiding Nekopawpaw, my precious character, toward town, confident that Madeleine would be following. We arrived, turned in the quest, grabbed additional gear, and left again before Pufflewink even arrived on the third floor of the mansion. Our view of her vanished the moment she entered his office. Mila was either unwilling or not allowed to show us inside, but she did open the door for my kitten, which was enough for me to hear James' surprise.

“Pufflewink? What are you doing here?” he asked.

I was confident that what I heard next was him petting her. James was a wonderful person. There was the faint flapping of tiny wings, so I was certain the little fairy was in the room as well. Mila didn’t allow bugs to remain inside. With James not saying more, the suspense was killing me, so I went up to take a peek. Thankfully, they were on the move. I returned to my seat before Cosette noticed that I had left.

Mila showed their progress as soon as the group was out of the office, allowing Cosette and me to enjoy the sight of James following a fairy and a kitten through the halls, down three flights of stairs, and toward the kitchen, which was on the way to us. My brave kitten looked so proud when she wasn't attempting to catch the fairy who teased her, hovering just out of reach.

I wished I could know what the conversation between James and his little fairy friend was when he grew distracted, stopping and staring at her. Seconds passed with no movement. Then the fairy did the most adorable thing, sitting on the back of Pufflewink as if my kitten were her mount. James blurred off the camera, but I heard him move in the kitchen. He was back a second later with a floating piece of bacon.

I could hear the bacon cooking where it hovered before the scent even started to reach me. A laser shot from the fairy at the bacon, charring it instantly. Pufflewink was startled by the light, but easily calmed. Fairy power was real, though part of me cried at the thought of burnt bacon.

“Mila, please say you’re recording this.” stated James.

“Of course, Master. Mother, Lady Pendreigh, Cosette, and Raine are already watching.” she replied.

“Tell your mother it’s past her bedtime. Chad wouldn’t approve.” teased James with a charming grin.

“Quite right, Master.” agreed Mila. “Mother wishes for me to inform you that she does what she wants. She hashtagged the response, reiterating that she does what she wants. There are also a very large number of GIFs attached if you wish to view them. Mother will surely complain if you don’t, but I warn you that the substantial sum would even take you a good minute to view in their entirety.”

He laughed, admiring the Princess' response, but I could plainly see that the unburnt section of bacon was finished cooking. Suddenly, the burnt part broke off, floating over to the little fairy, who happily snagged it from the air. My poor kitten obviously wanted some as well, but James surely knew she shouldn't eat any. I had told him before.

As scenarios of James being tricked by the adorable pair into letting my kitten eat some bacon played through my head, I transformed into my cat form.

Mila noticed and said, “Uh oh… Master…”

Unwilling to allow her to get between me and perfectly cooked bacon, I ran to them, took the bacon, and returned to my seat, transforming again as I chewed.

“I should’ve known I was teasing two kittens.” announced James.

Cosette giggled beside me. I shrugged, still savoring the wonderful taste.

The little fairy had taken flight, searching the air for the rest of the bacon. Not seeing it, she flew up within an inch of James' face, staring at him. They were probably communicating telepathically again. Without him saying a word, she flew back down to mount my kitten.

“Mila, where’s Raine?” questioned James.

Pufflewink charged ahead, already aware.

“In the ballroom, Master. Pufflewink knows. She was sent to fetch you.” explained Mila.

“Raine sent Pufflewink to fetch me?” he asked, seeming surprised.

“She speaks cat, Master. You’ve seen it.” replied Mila.

“Well, yes, but why wouldn’t she just ask you to call me or come find me herself?” he questioned, oblivious to how much thought I had put into this quest for my kitten.

“Master, we’re speaking of Raine. You can’t really expect her motivations to be like most.” stated Mila.

I frowned until Mila commented on my screen.

"Sorry, but you are well aware that you are not motivated by the same goals as most people. I, for one, consider that to be a wonderful thing." she wrote.

“Fair point.” stated James before sprinting into the room where we gamed, arriving before my kitten and the fairy had traversed the first hall.

“I-I… I w-wanted Pufflewink t-to h-have an… an adventure.” I explained.

“That’s fine. I was just surprised is all.” he assured me. “So what’s up?”

“Raine and I saw a meteor fall and thought you might help us go check the crash site.” replied Cosette, smiling pleasantly.

“I suppose I can play for a bit. Why are we interested in a meteor?” questioned James as he took his seat, casually flipping over the back to land seated.

“M-materials.” I stated.

Nodding, Cosette said, “According to an old book she found, meteors occasionally bring rare ores to the world. She might be able to make some fancy weapons, armor, or jewelry from it!”

“Quest accepted.” replied James enthusiastically. He really was wonderful.

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Sharp Side of The Blade P8

Dean x Reader

Warnings/Triggers: 18+ Only! If under 18, Kindly un-follow and do not read! Depression. Violence. Body scaring. If this bothers you please do not read it. Over 18 only!

Notes: Love Clydes character so far.

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The night was quiet as you fell asleep against Clyde as he watched “My Name Is Earl.” A show you enjoyed, especially for Joy and Crab-man. Clyde glided his rough fingers up and down your arm, causing your skin to prickle with goosebumps. Your soft snore started to fill the room. He looked down at you asleep and smiled a bit. Turning his attention back to the TV. “Hey.. can you talk?” Clyde looked up to see Dean and Sam staring at the two of you. “Sure boys, what’s up?” Dean and Sam sat on the couch next to each other.

“What can you tell us about her past year..?” Dean spoke up, his voice oozed with nervousness. “Well.. that she will kill me if I mention it.” Clyde chuckled. “Please?” Sam showed his puppy dog eyes to Clyde. “Alright.. Well.. for starters I have known Y/N for about eight years now. Only really got to know her last year because I needed a hunter and she needed someone to lean on.” He sighed a bit. “I called her and she said she was in Aspen, Colorado which happened to only be twenty minutes away where I was having a case.” Clyde shifted a bit, pulling you closer as you shivered. He slowly pulled a comfy blanket he bought and tucked it around your sleeping frame. “We fought some demi-god. Still unsure to what it was. She stayed up three days researching. I had never seen a hunter so dedicated to saving people. She was easy going, really easy to talk too and she liked cheap beer. However.. when we fought the demi-god she used those katanas of hers. She paid respects to the god after we took care of it. I had never seen someone pay respects to a monster like that.” Clyde brushed a stray hair from your face. “Next time I seen her was only a week after that. She had dealt with Crowley who actually transported her to my hotel room. I had met him before and hurd of his stories from a demon I took care of back in Jersey.” Dean nodded a bit.

“She woke up a day later. She had cuts, bruises and scars that just littered her frame. She moved an inch and she was crying in pain. Which seemed odd for such a firecracker.” Sam shifted slightly seeing an imaged of you so damaged. “That wasn’t the first time she went to hell.. She would walk in and just kill demons who she had dealt with in the past. Ones Crowley couldn’t keep under wraps. She said it was an outlet..” Clyde sighed a bit remembering you telling him the truth after he begged to know. “I begged her to tell me the truth. She did. Then we took two weeks off. I brought her up here actually. She said she loved fishing so.. I took her fishing. We went hiking around and even killed the vampires we just happened to stumble on.” “So that’s when you two hooked up?” Sam punched his brother for his bluntness. Clyde laughed a bit.

“Yeah. I even asked her if it was to get back at you right before. Hell even if it was I couldn’t deny a beauty like her. I grew accustomed to having her around. She said ‘Not at all. She doesn’t use men. She hates being used herself.’ So after that.. We seen each other pretty often. Every other week or so when there was a case close by. We took care of it together and spent time together.” Clyde smiled wide at your sleeping frame. “You hurt her really bad Dean. I don’t know everything that happened between the two of you and it is none of my fucking business. I just know if… if she gives you another fucking shot.. I’ll kill you if you hurt her again.” Clyde’s voice got serious and deep at the threat. “I may seem nice.. but I have no fucking problem hurting the person who hurt someone I love. Monster or human.” Clyde shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll help.” Sam spoke up against his brother. “What the hell Sam?” Dean looked to his younger, long haired brother.

“Dean.. when you two where good.. I’ll admit she was happy. You were ecstatic! When you started acting weird and cheating on her.. even though she tried to help you with your self-wallowing.. granted a lot of shit hurt us.. I will give you that Dean.. you took it out on the only woman who stood her ground and helped pick both of us off the floor. Literally.” Sam sighed a bit. Dean became tightlipped at the talk of past scenarios. “Does she still deal with hell?” Sam looked to Clyde. “Not that I know of..” Clyde shrugged. You felt his body moved, you shifted to hang your arm around him, squeezing him tightly. “I know this has to piss you off.” Clyde smirked at Dean. “You have no clue how bad I’d like to give you a hunters funeral.” Dean grumbled. “Dude… pay respect the ones we lost..” Sam looked to him. “Sounds like you’re the monster man.” Clyde spoke softly. “Do good things, good things happen. Karma man.” Clyde quoted the television show My Name is Earl. Sam chuckled at it.

The boys woke up way before you. The pain pills you took before bed still in your system. Clyde was up and threading the fishing line through the pole. He tied the knot on the hook and got your pole ready too. Sam walked in from his run, dripping in sweat. “Damn this area is beautiful..” Sam mumbled as he wiped the beaded sweat from his forehead. “Yeah it is. I love it up here.” Clyde spoke as he set down his coffee mug. “I am going to go get breakfast for everyone. What do you want?” “Oh.. ahh.. Egg whites and wheat toast.” Clyde nodded. “Dean?” “Anything that said Heart attack on it..” The brother grumbled at his brothers terrible eating habits. Happy Clyde didn’t comment on his healthy food or how opposite him and Dean where. Sure Dean ran a lot on missions. Yet.. the amount of booze, terrible food and occasional floosy was not good for his system. “Haha, aright. I am going to get this sweetheart her favorite French toast. A lot of it!” Clyde stood up with the list. Grabbing the keys, he opened the door and Sam walked to the shower.

Dean waited till the room was empty as he came to your bed side. He gently shook your sleeping frame. Your eyes opened slowly, obviously you where still tired. “Hey..” Dean said in a whisper. “Where is Clyde…? Sam…?” you looked around, slowly sitting up on your elbows. “Clyde went and got breakfast and Sam is in the shower.” “Dean.. it is 6:30 AM. You never wake up this early…” you looked to the red numbers on the alarm clock. “I know.. I just..” Dean couldn’t take it anymore. All night he laid on the bed, awake most of the night, thinking on the conversation with Clyde. “I just wanted to kiss you..” Dean said seriously. “What… now.. why?” you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet… What did you sleep with a hooker last night and need to get the taste out your mouth?” You hurd a chuckle and seen Sam in just a towel as he obviously watched the conversation. You took a deep breath in seeing the tall ripped and tan Winchester. “Sam.. geez…. Put on some clothes..” Dean spoke up. “Quit trying to make her kiss you because you feel shitty. Remember do good things and good things happen.” Sam mocked to Dean. “Sam.. your ripped as hell.. let me know your secret..” you couldn’t stop staring at him. Sam blushed a bit like a teenager, he turned trying to hide it. “Sorry I didn’t bring clothes with me to the shower, thought you would still be asleep.” He gave you a half heart smile. “I would be.. if your brother didn’t rudely wake me up like a drill sergeant in boot camp, demanding a kiss at 6:30 AM when he never gets up that early!.” “He should have a took a hour shower like he usually does!” Dean grumbled. Glaring at Sam. “What.. we would kiss then what? I didn’t even brush my teeth or anything.. Plus you and I are in a odd spot… Now let me lay back down…” you fell back on the pillows, gasping at the pain. “Fuck.. forgot..” you groaned. “Should have kissed me. Karmas a bitch..” Dean smirked, being a smart ass. “Sam.. please deck him for me..” Sam nodded hitting the older Winchester. “Thanks Sam.” “Anytime Y/N. I don’t even need a reason..” Sam spoke as he walked away to get dressed.

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Interview with Chen Chen, author, and poet

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Interview with Chen Chen, author, and poet

CHEN CHEN born in Xiamen, China, is an American poet who grew up in Massachusetts.

After graduating from Newton North High School, he received his B.A. in creative writing and Asian/Pacific/American Studies at Hampshire College in 2011, and his M.F.A. from Syracuse University in 2014.

Chen is currently pursuing his Ph.D. in English and creative writing at Texas Tech University, where he is a part-time instructor in composition.

He received in 2017 National Book Awards. He wrote Set the Garden on Fire (Porkbelly Press, 2015) and Kissing the Sphinx (Two of Cups Press, 2016).

His work has appeared in Poetry, The Massachusetts Review, Drunken Boat, Best of the Net, The Best American Poetry, The Academy of American Poets, and elsewhere. When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities was a finalist for the Lambda literary award for gay poetry.

Official site | Amazon | Twitter

Interview by Dominique Musorrafiti

This is a selected interview from Planet China Vol. 05 issue

China-underground: What motivated you to start writing? When did you understand your passion for poetry?

Chen Chen: I’ve known since second grade that I wanted to become a writer of some kind. Throughout elementary school, during recess, I would get my friends to act out skits with me on the playground.

These make-believe sessions were based on TV shows and movies, often with my own additional characters or plot twists thrown in.

I would jot down ideas for future skits, sometimes spinning these into short stories.

Eventually, more and more of my own world-building occurred, took over.

As my friends moved on to playing “real games” like soccer or basketball, I kept dreaming up scenarios and increasingly, playing them out on the page.

In middle school, I got obsessed with the show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and thought for a while I’d become a TV writer (maybe I’ll still write for TV at some point, who knows).

I loved and continue to love the kind of long-form, serial storytelling that a TV show can do.

In high school, I started to write poetry more seriously—outside of English class assignments, though it was fantastic, dedicated English teachers who encouraged me and looked at my drafts and guided me through my early attempts at rigorous revision.

I feel extremely lucky that I had these English teachers who spent time with me during lunch and after school, talking with me about poetry, what I was reading, what I was writing.

Also lucky: the amazing public library I frequented during my high school years—the Newton Free Library in Newton, MA.

I checked out so many poetry books by contemporary poets who are still my influences today: Margaret Atwood, Louise Glück, Li-Young Lee, Robert Hass, and others.

I also read translations of the Dao De Jing and other works of Chinese as well as Japanese philosophy.

It wasn’t until my third year of college, though, that I started to focus primarily on writing poetry.

Up to that point, I wrote both fiction and poetry, and more fiction.

It was taking workshops with Heather Madden and Aracelis Girmay at Hampshire College as well as with Martín Espada at UMass Amherst that really shifted things—changed my life.

I fell in love with the process of working on a poem for hours and hours, trying to get every line, every image strangely right, fully alive.

Chen Chen. Author: Keegan Lester

Who influenced you as a person and poet?

My family, both blood and chosen.

And with particular gratitude to my friends Sam Herschel Wein and Mag Gabbert, who have been really important first/trusted readers for my work.

I love trading poems with them, talking about craft alongside our specific visions, our specific hopes for what a poem can do.

Sam and I also collaborate on a number of projects: a joint chapbook, a journal called Underblong, outfit decisions, etc.

My teachers, including graduate school teachers whom I haven’t mentioned yet—especially Bruce Smith, Michael Burkard, Christopher Kennedy, and Minnie Bruce Pratt during my MFA… and especially Curtis Bauer and Jill Patterson during my PhD.

My partner Jeff Gilbert and our pug dog, Mr. Rupert Giles (named after a Buffy character, of course). My community through Kundiman, an organization that nurtures Asian American writers, supports Asian American literature.

And with great love to Cofounders Sarah Gambito and Joseph O. Legaspi, to Executive Director Cathy Linh Che. And the friends, the family I’ve made through Kundiman, including Monica Sok, Muriel Leung, Janine Joseph, Michelle Lin, Kazumi Chin, Swati Khurana, and Jennifer S. Cheng.

Chen Chen. Author: Keegan Lester

Did you find any difficulties or obstacles to express your points of view at the beginning?

For a while, I kept trying to write like the poets who most influenced me, such as Louise Glück and Li-Young Lee.

But I was trying too hard to be a serious poet, writing about very serious things in a sort of spare, recognizably “high lyric” way. Sometimes I would write much more conversational poems that used a lot of humor, but I didn’t give those poems as much weight or really think of myself as a poet who could be funny and serious at the same time.

It took time for me to see how much more alive my poems were when I allowed a kind of language that was closer to the way I talk with friends, with people I love.

In graduate school, I returned to poems by Allen Ginsberg and Frank O’Hara, by Aimee Nezhukumatathil, Ross Gay, Brenda Shaughnessy, and Mary Ruefle.

And I saw and valued more the comedic moments in work by Glück and Lee. The play and imagination in these poems led to weird new work of my own. Halfway through my MFA, I started to embrace an approach to writing that felt more wacky, more true, and more me.

Another kind of difficulty, set of difficulties: growing up gay with deeply homophobic parents… and growing up as the child of Chinese immigrants in predominantly white school environments.

I don’t want to simplify things here—I also experienced and continue to experience homophobia from white folks, too. Much of my poetry is autobiographical and explores these confrontations with homophobia, xenophobia, and racism.

Sometimes straight white classmates in creative writing classes have misunderstood my work or been dismissive of it. I’ve had to push through those unhelpful comments.

Finding and building community outside of writing programs has been crucial. I wasn’t exaggerating when I said that falling in love with poetry was a life-changing event.

I’m not exaggerating when I say that becoming friends with fellow queer poets of color has been life-saving.

What message do you want to communicate with your works?

I don’t think there’s anyone message I want to communicate.

I hope there’s a range of things to glean from my poetry. I love being surprised by a reader’s interpretation. I don’t think a poem really starts to live all it can live until someone else picks it up, carries it around in their own idiosyncratic way.

That’s the magic: the interaction between someone else’s brain and being with this language-creature I’ve made.

What about your book “When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities”? Where the idea come from? How long did it take you to complete it?

This book started as my MFA thesis.

I worked closely with my thesis advisor, Bruce Smith, on the initial version. The title comes from a poem in the collection.

The collection happened poem by poem, over the three years of the MFA, and mostly during the second half of the program.

I started to think about grouping the poems together through working on two different chapbooks—Set the Garden on Fire, which eventually was published in 2015 by Porkbelly Press, and Kissing the Sphinx, which came out in 2016 via Two of Cups Press.

The former chapbook contained very narrative poems, more straightforward autobiography. The latter chapbook had very surreal poems, more fictionalized or just fictional speakers and scenes.

I was working through how to bring these two aesthetic directions together in some way but first had to see them as separate, smaller projects.

My MFA thesis included a handful of poems from both chapbooks and then a great deal of other poems. I wanted the collection to feel expansive, to say something about potential and becoming as a perpetual process, not a thing that ends once you’re an adult.

Growing up goes on and on, in all these surprising ways. And as a queer person of color, I often have to create my own ways forward (and back, too—the kinds of memory, kinds of history that are mine instead of what’s been dictated to or for me).

At the same time, as I said in my last response, I wanted a range of interpretations for the reader, as well. So, I don’t think this book is (about) any one thing.

Post-MFA, I sent the book out to presses. When it won BOA Editions’ A. Poulin, Jr. Poetry Prize, the judge for the contest, Jericho Brown, reached out and we worked on revising the manuscript together.

Brown was incredibly generous with his time and really understood the book as a book better than I did—its arc, its shape.

The oldest poem in the book, “Race to the Tree,” I started in college. So if you count that, it took seven years to complete the book. But if we’re starting from when I started assembling these poems as a book, then it’s more like three years.

Do you think that growing in Massachusetts has affected your way of writing?

Yes. I didn’t use to think so.

I used to think I could live anywhere and that I’d be inspired and changed by people, but not the place.

And then I moved to West Texas to do a doctoral program.

It was such an uprooting. I didn’t recognize the landscape, the seasons.

I missed what was familiar to me, growing up in Massachusetts. I missed the trees, the hills, the way the air smells in autumn.

I realized how deeply I’d been shaped by those elements, as a person, and as a poet. If you flip through my book you’ll see all the references to trees and four distinct seasons and snow, lots of snow.

Some of that was also influenced by my time in Syracuse—where I spent three years, for my MFA.

This next collection of poems I’m working on is definitely influenced by the flat, dusty plains of West Texas, and how outside of that landscape I felt while living there… but also the particular beauty of it.

Chen Chen. Author: Jeffrey-Gilbert

Can you share with us a story that inspired you to realize a poetry that became special for you?

I remember reading, for the first time, the poetry of Pablo Neruda, thanks to a class taught by brilliant poet and Neruda expert Martín Espada.

I remember reading the poem “I Explain a Few Things,” which describes Neruda’s aesthetic shift from a detached surrealism to a politically engaged lyricism during the Spanish Civil War. Espada reading this poem out loud to us in his deep, booming voice… and then going back to my dorm room, I read the poem out loud myself… I was changed, through and through, without knowing that I needed this transformation.

Photos courtesy of Chen Chen. The photos were taken in order of appearance by Jess X. Snow, Keegan Lester, Jeffrey Gilbert

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Part Three: Inside Man. (Live Free or Twihard S06E05)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader investigate a rash of disappearances involving teenage girls, which they soon discover the girls are being lured by a nest of vampires. During the hunt, Dean is turned into a vampire and is faced with deathly consequences if he can’t resist his temptation to feed his thirst for human blood. In his final hours, fiction becomes reality when Dean and the reader share a moment that feels straight of a vampire paperback. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 6,757.

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You didn't waste a precious second of your time of changing into a new set of clothes and heading out the door to make it back to the brothers' motel room. Nobody was picking up the phone and Samuel had to be in town from the last time that his youngest grandson called him for some help. And you knew it wasn't just to take down a nest. On the way to the motel, you couldn't get the image of Dean out of your head. From the way he was looking at you when he slammed you into the wall, making you believe that he wanted to kiss you. To his newly grown fangs to whatever sort of vampire that jumped him. You didn't know the story behind what happened while you were gone. All you knew was that you needed to get him to Samuel before it was too late and he fed more than his new primal urges.

You pounded your fist against the locked door of the motel room number that belonged to the Winchester brothers. You realized it was almost two in the morning at this point and there were other people around here trying to sleep. But you had far more important things to worry about than the boys’ neighbors hearing you try to get someone to open the damn door. You knew they were here. The Impala and Samuel’s van was parked against the sidewalk. You tried one more time before someone finally had a decency to answer the damn door. Sam was the one who quickly opened it, you didn’t say anything as you pushed his large frame out of the way and stormed into the motel room.

“What the hell is going on?!” You asked your questions when you heard Sam shut the door. You quickly turned around on your heels when you stopped next to the double beds, ignoring his grandfather who had arrived himself just moments ago. You looked at the younger Winchester with an angry glare. “When were you gonna tell me Dean got turned?”

“You saw him?” Samuel asked, you looked over your shoulder and nodded your head. The man let out a sigh and dropped his duffel back to the table. You looked around the room to see if you might be able to find Dean somewhere, but the room was empty of any trace of him. You could feel your stomach tighten up in nervousness, your mind filling with possibilities of what he could be doing right now. “Dean’s not himself. You shouldn't have let him out of your sight, Sam. He's a monster and he's hungry. We gotta prepare to do the right thing."

“I told you he’d kill me when he showed up.”

You heard a familiar voice coming from behind the wall in the small kitchen, making you let out a sigh of relief when you realized the voice belonged to Dean. The two men pulled out their machetes, preparing for the worst when they realized a hungry vampire was loose in the motel room, and they didn't know where he was. Your hand reached for your back pocket of your jeans to feel the outline of the syringes you filled with dead man's blood before you started the hunt. Worst possible scenario, if Dean was hungry, and he didn't feed, you could pump him full of blood and find the vampire who turned him. But it all depended if he resisted his hunger.

You watched as Dean walked out from the kitchen, gracing you with his presence once again. It was hard to examine his appearance in the dimly lit motel room to see if he was covered in any blood. He stood facing the window that looked down at the city street below, making you a little bit nervous that he was trying to hide the evidence of what he’d done after he left your room.

“Did you feed?” Samuel asked the most important question that was on everyone’s mind.

“I went to say goodbye to Lisa and Y/N,” Dean said. You watched as the man turned his head ever so slightly to the side when he looked at you from the corner of your eye. It seemed he wasn't happy that you dragged yourself here. You crossed your arms over your chest, knowing for damn sure you weren’t going to be left out of something like this. "Which, for the record, was a lousy idea."

“Dean, answer the question.” His grandfather commanded.

From the tone of voice he used, Samuel didn't have the patience to hear what sort of trouble his grandson caused while he was saying his final goodbyes to the people he loved. His concern was making sure Dean didn't screw things up so bad to the point where the three of you couldn't fix it and make everything better. The older Winchester, ever so slowly, turned around in his spot to face the three of you to show that no blood stained his mouth or clothes. But something about him was different. You noticed a man different from the one that you saw in your motel room. A cold, almost dark expression settled across his face when he stared at all of you.

You never saw Dean in the role of playing some kind of a monster. It was you and Sam who had the unfortunate pleasure of being possessed by demons and took turns having Lucifer ride around in your skin for the hell of it. Not to mention, it wasn't that long ago where you went darkside with almost no point of return. Dean had always been the hero who saved you from yourself. It seemed the tables had turned tonight and you were here to help him.

“You can relax. I didn’t drink anyone.” Dean answered the man’s question finally, making you let out a sigh of relief at hearing the news. Samuel slowly began to relax, Sam didn’t show much of an emotional change. The older Winchester moved his gaze to you, subtly hinting that he didn’t want you to be here to witness what was about to happen. And how he couldn’t quite control himself around you. You smelled so good. “But I came close.” Dean had made his inner peace with how things had to be handled. He shrugged off his jacket and placed it on the counter for safekeeping. And just like that, he stood perfectly still, waiting for the swing of the machete to cut his head clean off. "All right. Do it."

You furrowed your brow slightly from how dramatic he was being as you looked up at Samuel, wondering if this might be the right time to tell the man the good news. "Okay, if you insist." Samuel said, walking over to the older Winchester with the machete loose in his grip and having no desire to use it. "Or I could just turn you back."

Dean’s face dropped slightly from what he heard, “What?”

“What?” Sam quickly repeated his brother a second later, as if he didn’t have a clue himself.

“I didn’t drive all this way to kill you, Dean. I’m here to save you.” Samuel explained the news to the older Winchester. The four of you gathered around the table to discuss what you would need to perform the cure. Samuel pulled out a leather bound journal that looked almost like John’s, but more worn down due to time. He opened it up to the marked spot and handed it to Dean so he could read it over. “That’s my grandfather’s journal. There’s an old Campbell recipe, kind of like soup. No one’s tried it since God knows. From what I hear, the stuff is a bad trip.”

“Awesome.” Dean muttered underneath his breath, but he was the least bit enthusiastic from what he had to do in order to get himself back to normal.

“Hey, the cure is good. But a lot of this is on you. You drink, you’re done. I’m talking one drop of human blood.” Samuel said. The older Winchester looked up from the journal to give the man a glare, thinking he knew the rules he’d been trying to abide by over the past few hours. “Do you? Because you will feed. It’s a matter of time.”

Dean shut the journal and slammed it down to the table, “What else do we need?”

“Some stuff we got, some we gotta get. The trickiest thing, blood of the fang who turned you.” Samuel explained the little details that were the most important of all. You looked over at the younger Winchester when he muttered something about the vampire being huge. "Nothing in the recipe about easy."

“I can get it.” Dean said.

“You gonna walk right into the nest alone?” You asked him. “Are you stupid?”

“Well, I’m one of them, aren’t I?” Dean questioned you right back. He thought with his new abilities he could sneak in there and do the impossible all by himself without being the slightest bit tempted. He pushed himself to his feet. “So all I gotta do is get in there, get the guy alone, and shoot him up with so much dead man’s blood he'll think he's rushing a fraternity.”

“You’re not doing this by yourself.” You said as the legs of your chair squeaked underneath the wooden floorboards when you followed his actions. “I’m coming with you.”

"No, you're not." Dean argued with you, shooting down your helping hand before you could get yourself hurt. Or worse, pulled into this crappy situation with him. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you reek, sweetheart."

"Excuse you," Your face scrunched up from what you thought was an insult on your part. "I'm clean. I showered earlier tonight."

"Not like that you smell...good.” Dean said, trying to explain his keen sense of smell without sounding like a madman. “Like warm, cherry pie.”

“While that's awfully sweet, I’m not letting you go in there alone.” You told him one last time as your voice grew harder with worry. “Besides, we don't even know where this guy is.”

“No problem. I can smell him. Two miles east of town.” Dean answered without breaking a sweat. You looked at him a bit funny from what he could do. He shrugged on his jacket before pointing his index finger at you. “Don't even think about following me alone, Y/N. I’ll be fine. Stay here and get the other crap. Then you can meet me there.”

You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh of defeat, Dean began walking to the door, but his grandfather stopped him from going into the nest without some added precaution. “Dean,” Samuel held up a rather large looking syringe with a dark crimson color in the tube. It's dead man's blood. Now, there's enough there to drop a linebacker, and then some. Good luck, son.”

Dean grabbed the syringe and tucked it safely into his jacket pocket until he would need it later. You let out a quiet sigh and watched as he headed out the front door. You waited five minutes before you declared you needed to go back to your motel for some extra supplies. Samuel wasn't all too pleased to let you out of sight, but you promised to be safe and be back in a few minutes. Like hell you were going to let Dean put himself in danger like that. He needed some help on the inside.

You headed down the motel hallway, feeling the outline of the machete you tucked in your jacket and several syringes you kept in your back pocket. The vampire who turned Dean liked to target pretty and young women. And that's exactly what you were going to give him. In return, you’d have his head on a silver platter for what he did to the man you loved.

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What Dean was about to do on his own was like bringing a recovering alcoholic to an open bar with all his friends drinking and encouraging him to jump off the deep end. All it took was one drop of human blood before it was all over. Dean wasn't the type who had much self restraint. He drank too much and his previous history of hookups was enough to prove that. But when it counted, the man focused on the task on hand with a clear mindset. And that’s what he needed if he wanted to get inside the nest that was crawling around with vamps.

Getting inside was the easiest part. Dean waited outside in the alley that lead into the nest until someone stepped out. It let him slip inside without anyone realizing when he rigged a wire to the door so it would shut just enough for the two vampires that heading out didn’t realize what Dean had done. Once he got inside, Dean wasn’t sure what to expect after this. He wandered through the quiet and abandoned halls with caution, not entirely sure what waited for him around the corner. Or if he would be considered a welcomed guest. Dean slowly tried to peek into the doorway he saw, but all of a sudden, someone jumped out at him, taking him surprise. A kid, who looked like he should have been on the cover of that crappy vampire novel, jumped out from thin air. Dean waited cautiously for some kind of attack.

“What’s up?” The kid greeted him with a casual attitude, seeming happy to see the man than thought of him as a threat. Dean smiled slightly as he began to explain who he was, but the kid seemed already to know before he could even speak the words. “The guy Boris turned outside the bar, right? He said to look out for you. Well, glad you made it, man.”

The kid put his fist out in front of him, taking Dean by surprise when it didn't collide with his face like he expected. It took him a second before he realized this was the younger generation's high wive. Ever so awkwardly, Dean bumped his fist against the kid's. The exchange ended quickly as it started. The kid nodded his head down the long hallway and told Dean follow him. Dean rolled his eyes from what was happening and began walking again before approaching a door and stepping into another part of the abandoned building.

“So you must be starving.” The kid said, knowing it’d been a few hours since Dean had been turned and found his way here. A light coming from a cooler just across the way made him realize where the missing blood bags went after hearing about the van being jumped. The kid walked up to the fridge and slid the door open, looking through the options, he picked one out and proceeded to hand it to Dean. "Here you go."

"I'm okay." Dean declined the offer. All though his new hunger was desperately begging to grab the blood bag out of the kid’s hands and take it down in one swing. The kid looked at him a bit funny from what he was hearing. Dean smiled, quickly thinking on his feet for an excuse. "I killed so many people over here, so..."

“Yeah, uh, about that...company line is, we don’t kill people anymore.” The kid said, giving him a bit of helpful advice so he wouldn’t get in trouble. However, a smirk began to crawl at the ends of his lips from what he heard, making him grow a bit envious. “But you gotta tell me what’s it’s like.”

"Yeah. Yeah, first chance I get. I'll…” Dean made a promise to the kid he knew he could keep as a smirk spread across his lips. “I'll show you myself."

The kid grew a wider smile as he brought the blood bag to his mouth so he could rip off the stopper with his teeth and discard it to the ground. Dean suddenly felt like a man who was dying of hunger and was forced to watch another person eat a big, bloody steak in front of him with a grin on his face. His mouth felt dry when he watched the kid drink the blood without an ounce of remorse. Dean could feel himself itching for a taste, just to satisfy this need inside of him. His eyes wandered to the blood bags for a moment. But Samuel’s words suddenly rang out in his head, making him realize there would be deadly consequences. So, he refrained himself.

Dean tore his gaze away from the blood bags and began following the kid when he began walking again and headed down a flight of stairs. He looked to see there was about three other vampires standing around, each of them had a glare on their faces when they saw him coming down. Almost they were jealous of him, but Dean had no idea why.

“Don’t worry about them. They’re jealous. The recruiters get to bang all the chicks. That’s you now, bro.” The kid explained. Dean took the last step before he found himself approaching the rundown main room of what looked to be an old bank. “Yeah. Big man’ll explain.”

Dean began walking around deeper into the abandoned room that was cleared of its debris by pushing it into a few different corners of the room. Seated at a desk across the room, Dean spotted a familiar looking face hovering over a laptop with a young girl sitting behind the desk. Dean could feel an uneasy feeling settled in his stomach when he realized the girl sitting behind the desk was Kristin, the vampire that turned the both of them was dangerously close to her, and she wasn't all that comfortable.

“Be with you in a minute.” Boris raised his finger to the two men, his concentration kept on the laptop screen. He wanted to make sure the message he was about to send to the girl he'd been talking to for the past week was exactly right so he could lure out another one of these stupid girls like Kristin. “‘Your skin is like the black velvet of the night.’ Nice. Stupid bitch’ll eat that up. She’ll be dying to meet.”

Boris chuckled to himself at how creative he thought he was. He leaned in closer to invade the young girl’s space, he buried his nose into Kristin’s hair, taking in a long sniff. She recoiled and winced in discomfort, making Dean want to rip the son of a bitch head off right now from what he was doing. But the vampire wasn’t all that heartless. Boris instructed the girl to reward herself with some blood before coming back to continue on this little game of catfish. Dean averted his gaze to see there was more than just talking to unsuspecting victims online. He looked to see several newly-turned female vampires were locked up in cages, devouring their blood bags like hungry animals deprived of what they needed.

Dean quickly averted his gaze away, only to spot eyes with Kristin who passed him, she looked unsettled herself at the reality of what was going on. This was far different from what she imagined. Suddenly he could hear the sound of a rushing heartbeat, but he knew it wasn’t from her. Dean slowly began looking around the room from the bottom floor to the iron railing upstairs, wondering if the three of you had come a little too early like he hoped. But it was just him and Boris at the moment, leaving Dean’s speculation to carry on.

“Thank goodness.” Boris said, making Dean stop observing his surroundings and to the vampire that was now approaching him with a smile. “Thought the hunter chopped your pretty head.”

“Naw. I got away.” Dean lied to the man. He pretended for a moment he was confused at a term he was all too familiar with himself. But Dean wasn’t that today. “Sorry, what’s a ‘hunter’?”

"You'll find out soon enough." Boris' tone of voice suddenly changed into one that made Dean's stomach sudden twist into knots when he began to slowly realize his worst fears were about to come true. "It's your lucky night, my friend. Looks like we caught ourselves a live one." Dean's new found senses were going crazy. The air was thick with an aroma of an iron rich taste of blood, but not the kind that made his mouth water with delight. It was...different. It smelled like blood. But the man knew the familiar scent. It was the one that drove him crazy when he first got a whiff of it in the motel room and nearly drove him into giving into the urges. Dean began to cautiously looked around the room as the heartbeat got louder and louder, making him wonder where the hell you were. It only took him a second before he saw you being dragged against your will into the room. The smell of blood was of the vamps you'd beheaded on the way in here. Whatever the hell you were planning on doing, Dean didn't think this was part of your master plan. Or so he thought. You always had a trick up your sleeve.

“Caught this one sneaking around the joint.” The man said on the left, nodding his head down to you. Boris raised a brow, as if he was wondering how many of his creations that you had gone through before you were caught. Dean watched as the smirk that was on the man’s lips slowly falter from the answer he was forced to say. “It’s...not good. She kept going. Nearly got my head hacked off myself if Robert didn’t catch her by surprise.”

“Oh, don't be so modest. I was just warming up. Fun’s just getting started, pretty boy.” You said with a smirk of your own from what you managed to do. You looked over shoulder to give the man who barely looked older than twenty a wink when you managed to yank your arm free. You eyed the bloodied machete the other vampire was holding of his fellow family members you beheaded to get here. He threw it to the ground, but from where you were standing, you’d be dead in the matter of seconds before you could even think about reaching for it. Your attention shifted away from your weapon to the rather disturbing sight in front of you. “Well, last nest I slaughtered was sure a lot more friendlier to their newcomers than this. What does a girl have to do to get some respect around here?" Your focus drifted to the rather disturbing looking cages that imprisoned a group of young girls that were locked inside. They were ravenously drinking blood through stolen bags of donated human blood like they were a bunch of depraved animals. You squinted slightly to see a few of them were the same missing girls you had piled together before taking on the hunt. But none of them were Kristin. An unsettling feeling began to sit in the pit of your stomach when you began to realize you stumbled upon a horrifying project. Ever so quickly, you looked over at the older Winchester, both of you shared the same disturbed reaction from whatever was going on here.

Before you realized what was going on, you felt someone's grip around your arm and a yank on your hair, twisting your head to the side to expose your bare neck. Dean flinched in anger from what Boris did, but he couldn’t do anything, for it wouldn’t get just you killed. But his mind started to wander downwards when his eyes did. Dean couldn’t help himself but stare at the hollowness of your neck, and how your chest moved up and down. Any other time, he would have ripped the monster’s head off his neck without an ounce of hesitance. Yet, he wasn’t exactly himself. Dean wanted to help...but, God. He was so hungry. You stiffened discomfort as you took all your self restraint not to rip Boris’ head off when he invaded your personal space to get a whiff.

"You eat? If not, she's all yours, my friend.” Boris offered the first catch of the night, knowing it would be a matter of time until the other two hunters arrived. You swallowed slightly as you opened your eyes again to look at Dean, who was trying his hardest not to look like starving man about to turn down a meal. He shook his head slightly, muttering something about how he ate. Boris shrugged his shoulders as he let go of you, allowing you to stand up a bit straighter with some comfort. "Good. You'll need your strength."

“For?” Dean wondered.

“Robert didn’t tell you?” Boris asked, the older Winchester shook his head. The vampire scoffed as he rolled his eyes from the lack of communication that went on around here. You flinched in discomfort when you found your personal space being invaded again by Boris as his fingers ever so slightly brushed against your chin, like he was about to grab it to force you to look at him. The icy cold glare kept him at bay. “How old you do think I look, sweetheart?”

“Like a dead man.” You answered for him. You rolled your eyes from the impatient look he gave you from your remark that he didn’t think was funny. So, you decided to amuse him with a guess when you realized you should be stalling to get on his good side if you wanted this plan to work like you wanted. "I don't know. Thirty-three?"

“You’re off...by about six centuries. And these are the best days in the last six hundred years to be a vampire.” Boris chuckled to himself. You watched his every move as he walked around the ground floor from the cages to you and Dean. Not once did you lose track of the machete that now laid abandoned on the floor. “Dracula, Anne Rice? Please. These stupid little brats are so honry they’re reinvented us as Prince Charming with a Volvo.” Boris wandered over to one of the girls that was leaning against the cages. And without a warning, he stuck his hand inside and yanked on her hair, causing her to wince in pain. “So I give it to them. You, pretty boy, you go out and you get them, and you bring them home to me.”

“You’re a sick, son of a bitch. You know that, right? I mean, I’ve come across a few vampires in my time. But never have I seen them treated with such disrespect. You manipulate and kidnap these poor girls before turning them into monsters.” You said. You gave the vampire a look of disgust for what you were seeing and what he was doing. “What’s with the cages?”

“Oh, that’s just, you know...till they’re complaint.” Boris explained his master plan. You furrowed your brow in discomfort when he began walking forward to you again, invading your personal space to make a point that a measly little hunter like yourself wasn’t going to stop him from doing what he’d been accomplishing over the past few months. “Eventually these girls will fetch me boys like him and around and around we go.”

“I gotta say, I’m impressed.” Dean spoke up, trying to avert the attention off of you to give you back some of your personal space. “This whole system, that’s all you?”

“No, no, no. No. I just implement, you know? Make sure that all of you fall in line. No hunters ruin our big plan. It’s his. Our father’s.” Boris said. A grin spread across his face as he looked up to the ceiling. You knew damn well what he was talking about, but you decided to play along with what he was saying. You looked at him with a rather intrigued expression, prompting him to invade more of your space. You swallowed slightly, trying your hardest not to back away when he got so close to you, he could examine you even better. “Aren’t you the curious you?”

“Oh sweetcheeks,” Your lips stretched into a tight smile, “You don’t know the half of it.”

“I like you sweetheart. You’re feisty. Helps that you’re easy on the eyes, too. So good I could just eat you right up. Don’t you think?” Boris’ question was for the older Winchester. You looked over at Dean to see that his expression faltered for a moment. His lips stretched into a smirk as he nodded his head. You winced in pain when you felt a grip around your arm again, Boris help you so tightly that you swore he was going to leave bruises. He leaned forward to the older Winchester, deciding that it seemed appropriate to offer him again. “You sure you’re not hungry? I could give you a private tour, have a little snack. A little VIP treatment."

“You know what,” Dean decided to play along, having a strange feeling this was all part of your big plan. “I think I will.”

Boris chuckled to himself at the fun he was about to have. You felt a push on your back, making you stumble forward and start walking like he wanted. You inhaled a deep breath and did what you were told. Dean followed behind. You looked over your shoulder for a split second to make eye contact, and when Boris wasn't looking, you gave him a wink, showing that this was all going according to plan. Dean looked around to see the place was pretty much empty of any sort of distractions or people to put a stop to what he was about to do. He shoved a hand inside his pocket to fetch out the syringe full of dead man’s blood that Samuel had given him.

Dean popped off the plastic top and got himself ready to plunge the needle into the son of a bitch’s chest and pump him so full of blood he had no idea what hit him. But the man didn’t realize that he accidentally pressed down just enough, a little droplet slipped out, letting it hit the floor. That’s all it took for the plan to be foiled when Boris got a whiff of the smell.

All of a sudden, you felt yourself stumbling face first to the floor when someone roughly pushed you out of the way. Dean barely had seconds to realize what was going on before he was pinned from behind and Boris gripped his wrist that held the syringe. The older Winchester tried to fight off the man, but even with his new found abilities, it was near impossible to fight off a vampire that was six times his age.

“You playing games with me, boy?” Boris hissed at him, squeezing Dean’s wrist so hard as he tried to get the needle out of his hand to disarm the man when he realized the older Winchester was a hunter himself.

Before either one of you could face your consequences, in the matter of seconds, things took a very strange turned. You felt yourself overcome with confused when you heard Boris mutter something underneath his breath before he stepped back and fell straight to the ground. You looked over at Dean, who seemed baffled himself at what was happening. He wasn’t the only one who was affected. Everyone just...dropped.

Echos of thumps could be heard through the building, making you realize everyone was falling into unconsciousness, even Dean. You slowly pushed yourself up to your feet, waiting a second to see if anyone would move when you did. What the hell was going on here? You contemplated for a moment if you should have stayed at Dean’s side to see if he would come around. But you hunted enough vampires to know they didn’t drop like flies. You heard a repetitive word among the crowd, father. Something was going on here. You found your machete, and without even wasting a second, you decided to use this for your advantage and send a message of your own.

You tried to cover much ground as you could, but this place was huge, and they’d be only out for so long before they tried to kill you again. You managed to take down a few more vampires and attempted to behead another. RIght as you were about to take a swing at him, he came back around, and took you by surprise. He knocked you back down to the ground, but you recovered, managing to take a final swing that cut his head right off. You headed out to the balcony that overlooked down below to see Dean was slowly rising back to consciousness.

“Dean!” You yelled the man’s name on the top of your lungs, making him jolt wide awake right as you saw trouble coming his way. Boris was about to let his very hungry creations run free, giving you a challenge you couldn’t take care of all by yourself. “Come on!”

The both of you worked together in trying to take down a nest that almost seemed impossible on any other day. But Dean had confidence. You worked through a few more vampires as Dean shot another one that lunged forward at him before Dean came running up the steps, joining you for whoever might be up here. You swung up and cut off the head of some kid that popped out from one of the rooms, nearly taking the older Winchester by surprise. Both of you looked to see that it was the last of the vampires upstairs. But a hoard of them were running up to you.

Dean looked over to you to see how you were handling yourself. In the midst of all the chaos, you stood there with not a single bead of sweat on your face. Dean quickly looked away to focus himself on the trouble coming towards you. But, for some reason, he found himself doing a double take when you went swinging yet again to one of the girls that charged after you. For a split second, behind the smirk that spread across your lips, he swore to himself he saw a sight that he’d seen before. An evil expression on your face, eyes dark as your rotten soul. Back when you weren’t human. Back when you were demon.

The older Winchester didn't concentrate too long about what he saw, thinking it was some kind of mind trick hs new side was trying to pull on him. He hadn't bed, and after what he'd seen when he blacked out, maybe this was an attempt on turning against you. You were a damn good hunter, you could take of yourself in a nest full of vampires.

You instructed Dean to take care of the second floor when you started to see more vampires come scurrying out of whatever sort of hiding place they were coming out form. Your main focus had shifted from taking down the nest and finding where he was. All it took was the mention of the Alpha for your personality to change. You knew Boris could be more useful than just getting his blood to help change Dean back. He had to know the whereabouts of his father. When Sam and his grandfather got here, you could let them handle the rest.

You scoured the bottom floor of the bottom floor of the place, checking around every corner, but it suddenly seemed that everything went dead silent. You wondered for a moment if he’d gotten away to start again. But the sudden echo of a noise made you look over your shoulder and examine the area, your eyes flickering to a color that wasn’t your own when you felt them narrow at the suspicious sound. You tightened your grip on the machete and began to slowly walk where you thought the noise came from. You inhaled a deep breath and got ready to take a swing when you darted into the room...only to find out that it was empty.

You furrowed your brow slightly as you lowered down your weapon, putting your guard down just long enough for you to have the tables turned. Before you realized what was happening, you felt yourself being pushed forward again, all before someone grabbed a fistful of your hair and roughly bashed your skull right against the wall.

Dean was covered head to toe in blood after taking down four vampires in a row. He backed away slowly, wondering if there was any more that would pop out, but the entire building fell into complete silence. He looked below to see there were nobody around, not even you. Dean decided to see what else he could do with his new found abilities. Without breaking a sweat, he leapt straight over the railing, landing feet first on the ground. Dean slowly stood up straight and looked around again. The entire building was still quiet. It didn’t take much to realize that you and him had killed everyone...well, almost everyone.

Dean could hear it, the sound of a heartbeat pounding away, making him realize you were still alive. But he couldn’t see you just yet. He cautiously looked around for any sort of sign of where you were. All he could see were beheaded bodies all around him. The air was thick with blood, too many different smells clouded his judgement of who’s was who’s anymore. It all mixed together. But he didn’t care for a taste. He wanted to finish this once and for all.

“You’ve stopped nothing. You know that?” Dean could hear his voice, but he didn’t show his face just yet. You winced in pain when you felt the bloodied edge of the machete brush against the crook of your neck when you felt yourself being dragged out into the open. A threatening glare settled into Dean’s expression when he saw Boris standing behind you, holding you hostage. He wasn’t the least bit scared at what you and Dean had done. “This is much bigger than you and me.”

Boris should have known better than to take on someone like Dean. It all felt like a blur of what happened and how you ended up here. But they were dead. Every single vampire in the nest had been slaughtered. You cradled your aching head when Boris caught you off guard and decided it would have been a good idea to give you a mild concussion. You looked over at Dean when you realized that you had a little bit of blood clotting down your hair. You gave him a worried look from the temptation alone, but he didn’t seem all that fazed.

“I gotta say,” Dean looked around at the bodies that laid all around you. You could tell that he was still pissed at what you did to get yourself inside, but it worked. “We make a good team.”

“That, we do.” You agreed with the man as a small smile began to spread across your lips.

You looked away from the man for a second and to all the decapitated bodies sprawled around the place. Most of them were caused by Dean because of this new abilities, but you knew a fair share of them were caused by you. This wasn’t your first time taking down a nest. But even for you...this was too much for one person to handle without some proper backup. You tightened your grip on the machete when you heard footsteps coming from the second floor. Samuel and his grandson swiftly came inside, only to discover the sight for themselves.

You looked up at them to see what their reaction would be. The older Campbell tried to hide his disbelief at what he was seeing. Sam, however, could feel the slightest smirk spread across his lips when he saw the look of uneasiness settle into your facial expression. He knew you’d done it again. You didn't remember doing any of it...not that it was a blur in your memory. But you just didn't have one. It was like you blacked out with anger and slaughtered half of the nest on your own. The older Winchester must have heard the sudden spike in your heartbeat. When you looked over at him, you smiled once more, pretending that everything was just fine.

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Chapter 5

School Life

With the gates wide-open, waves of students came rushing into the campus, waving their hands to their friends. Soon enough, groups of bickering teens crowd the empty grounds. The harsh winter wind weighing on their skins since this morning. It was the start of the ‘ber’ months, and winter in Seoul is nothing to brag about. It was fucking freezing, and this is just the beginning of the harsh winter.

Jaemy’s feet stopped right in front of the thin line separating him from the inside of the University. His grip tightened onto the straps of his backpack. Jaemy wasn’t sure if he would get repelled back because no one invited him in. He had no close friends within his class and it would be strange to ask a random student to invite him in. He sighed and trailing his eyes to the students who are walking towards their respective classes. “Yang Jeongin.” Samuel stood behind the boy, putting his hand on his shoulder. Jaemy, who was now getting used to people just appearing out of nowhere, turned around meeting the eyes of the witch.

He tiptoed towards the older and gave him a brief hug. Pulling away as he saw the curious looks given to them by the students. Panic stricken; the boy bowed. Jaemy forgot Samuel was his upper-class man and also the Student Council President. “Sorry.” Samuel hummed in response, noticing how the boy acted. He observed his surroundings and make out their current disposition. He returned his attention to Jaemy’s whose head hung low. “It’s okay. Why are you just standing here, don’t you have class?” Jaemy played with his fingers, embarrassed of admitting his doubts to the witch. Samuel’s eyes briefly grew wide in realization. “Oh, let’s go now.” he grasped Jaemy’s hand. Dragging him inside the campus. Jaemy shut his eyes shut and prepared for the worst. He might roll back, or maybe even fly away a few feet. Different scenarios in his head played, and it was not helping at all. However, he didn’t feel the weird barrier preventing him to go in.

“Open your eyes, kid. Invitations don’t work in schools or any public establishments.” Samuel knew Jaemy would be pondering over his ‘current status’ a lot. Especially the ‘you have to been invited in’ situation. What he said was true, a vampire can enter any public establishment freely, without invitation. In spite of that, they cannot enter a private place or in simple words, a person’s home, without being invited in. However, centuries ago, vampires would try to gain entrance by tricking by tricking a person into believing they are someone else. Like a close relative or a friend of the owner.

Samuel’s eyes trailed to Jaemy who was now calmly walking beside him, ‘he was a different case’ the witch thought. Is it even possible for a ‘bond mate’ to have the same situation as a full vampire? He continued to eye the boy curiously, the constant stream of memories from yesterday’s ‘sleepover’ playing inside his head.

Samuel couldn’t go to sleep. He doesn’t really need that much sleep also, but after what happened earlier, he was tired. Unfortunately, not that tired to fall asleep. He was aware of the boy beside him tossing and turning from time to time, Jaemy couldn’t sleep either. At around 3am, he felt the bed shifting because of weight being lifted from it. He bolted upright once the door was closed with a soft thud. Slowly and softly, he followed Jaemy. Only noticing he was holding his breath once the boy’s head disappeared from the stairs. ‘He’s heading for the kitchen’ Samuel mumbled.

Taking careful steps, Samuel peered through the wall separating the living room and the kitchen. He saw how Jaemy stopped dead on his tracks, he heard the boy call out to the other presence in the kitchen. ‘Chris?’ voice soft and low. Samuel knitted his eyebrows. What is that blood sucking idiot doing here? Samuel knows he doesn’t need sleep but, out of all the places inside that ginormous house, why the kitchen?

Did Chris plan this? Did he lure the boy? Or maybe it was just a coincidence? When he was about to make his presence known, Jaemy welcomed Chris into an embrace. The doubt inside Samuel’s head vanished, as he turned his back heading upstairs with a small smile on his face, he knew he just lost to his own head. He finally knew he was worrying for nothing at all. How could he be so blind? Sure, Chris was scary and powerful, that vampire is not easy to deal with. Contrary to his ‘intent to kill’ earlier that day, Chris will never hurt a weak human being.

And Jaemy was no exception to that.

A few hours later, the sun seeped through the curtains in their room. Jaemy stirred awake, rubbing his eyes as they slowly adjust to the sunlight. He sat upright and yawned, stretching both his arms in the air. His jaw was caught as his eyes noticed the ‘figures’ staring at him with googly eyes. “Isn’t he just so adorable!” Sam’s voice was a few octaves higher, during that time he smacked Han and Calvin because he couldn’t contain his excitement. Making Samuel, who was really annoyed because he couldn’t get any sleep at all, threw a pillow hitting Sam square in the face. The wolf stumbled, recovering after, while he whines about the witch enchanting the pillow. Calvin and Han’s laughter can be heard in the background.

Samuel really thought they could go home as soon as they woke up. But there he was, sitting on the couch, dumbfounded. Eyes traveling from Felix who was doing the Fortnite dance because he won the game, to Han and Calvin groaning in frustration because they lost, to Wisdom and Chris watching the boys with fatherly smiles, to Sam drying Jaemy’s hair, and well… Marco who was throwing praises at himself as he checks his reflection on the small mirror in his hand. Samuel scoffed out loud, making the rest look at him.

His pupils dilated and only a loud “NO!” was heard, as Marco pulls him into a human/non-human pile on the floor.

“Samuel!” the familiar figure running towards them made Samuel halt in place, Jaemy doing the same. The pretty girl stops in front of Samuel, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear. She gave the witch a big smile. But the boy beside him didn’t go unnoticed, her eyes shifted to Jaemy for a second before she turns her attention to Samuel. “Let’s walk together to the office!”

“Grace, can’t you see I’m with someone?” the girl’s smile wavered. She peered over the boy, this time holding her gaze. Annoyed by the fact that Samuel was more interested in him than the Vice President of the Student Council and from what she claimed that she was his ‘best friend’. Samuel gave her a cold stare, “I will be there before the meeting with the school journalists after lunch. See you.” He nonchalantly passed by her. Jaemy who was unaware of the eerie tension, bowed at the girl before catching up with Samuel.

He matched his pace with the witch, moving his eyes to Samuel’s face. A small smile forming on his lips, Jaemy couldn’t help but feel accomplished. It’s really something he could brag about, his friendship with Samuel. Well, the witch didn’t confirm it yet but nonetheless, he felt happy. “Why are you smiling like an idiot, Yang Jeongin?” the boy pouted. He told off the older to just call him by his name. Yesterday at the mansion, he was sure he had mentioned ‘Just call me Jaemy, Samuel’ for at least 50 times. But Samuel would still call him by his full name. “Samuel, I told you–”

“Right right! Sorry, Jaemy.”

Those were the last words they exchanged before they continued walking towards Jaemy’s class. Out of instinct, Jaemy stopped right in front of the door. One of his classmates bumping into him, no apology given. “Manners, Mr. Roi Kim.” the familiar voice startled the boy, bowing 90 degrees before forcing a low ‘sorry’ directing it to Samuel instead of Jaemy. The boy sped off towards the bathroom, thinking to himself why the university’s council president outside their room was.

Jaemy stuck his foot through the door, continuing into a step when he felt no such barrier. He proceeded on walking towards his seat near the window, clearly unaware of the witch ambling behind him. As he turns to sit down, he notices Samuel taking the chair from the empty seat in front of his desk. “Samuel? Why are you still here?” he watched as the witch placed the chair near his table, sitting down facing him. Samuel signals him to sit down also.

“To kill some time. Your class doesn’t start in 20 minutes, right?” all Jaemy could do was nod in awe. The buzzing of voices around them grew louder. Samuel gave him a smile, “Ignore them.” he smiled back, eagerly nodding his head. This time, the witch started the conversation. Asking the boy about his major, and why he picked it. Samuel forced himself to not break into a smile or even chuckle every once in a while. The glow on Jaemy’s face while he was talking about his love for his current program, made it a hard task to do so. He had to admit it was the shortest 20 minutes in his life.

And surviving for more than 500 years contained a lot of maddening long minutes/hours.

Samuel wanted to hear more from the kid, weirdly enough, he embraced the term ‘friends’ very easily. His intentions were pure, as asked the boy if they were friends. Not letting Jaemy respond, he ended the conversation with somewhat a threat, “You will be my friend or else I’m gonna chuck you into the garbage shoot.” He had to admit he panicked just a little bit when Jaemy bit his lips, eyes turning glossy as the boy tried to hold back his tears. Samuel swore he would kill everyone in the room, including himself, if they ever hurt the boy. And in Chris’s case… he would probably eliminate South Korea’s whole population.

“You have my number, right?” Fixing his wrinkled sweater, Samuel stands up picking up his backpack in the process. “Text me when you’re done. Let’s get lunch outside.” and with that he exited the room, not after giving the boy a soft pat in the head. He knew the consequences of his actions, but he couldn’t help himself. “A little brother huh?” the sun shined through the windows; his eyes momentarily blinded by it. Samuel shielded his face with his hand, a familiar insignia on his finger came to view. He smiled, running his thumb over the black ink. “Is this how it felt to have a family, Master?”

Wasting no time, Jaemy’s classmates circled his desk. Throwing questions at him like there’s no tomorrow. He was overwhelmed by the amount of attention, but he was mindful of their intentions. Jaemy meekly smiled, answering only with the right words. The words ‘He’s my friend’ felt like an alien language to him, but weirdly enough it rolled naturally from his tongue. But the queries from his curious classmates grew a bit personal. Some of them asking if Samuel was the boy’s boyfriend.

Jaemy was thankful for the heavens when the professor walks in 5 minutes after. He pushed back all his thoughts and decided to focus on the lecture. Smiling slightly when he remembered the witch’s words before he left.

Students scrambled to their feet as they speed off towards their respective classes. But with the irregular schedules of a university student, some of them enjoyed their free time. Samuel walked passed by a group of students, all of them bowing their heads in respect for the ‘President’. He bowed in return, not forgetting about his attitude as someone in the higher ups. It was a pain in the ass he grew accustomed to. And he had a way to avoid them. The campus may be huge, but Samuel knows the path where he would encounter less students. Typical.

The Student council has their own 2-storey building near the faculty building. He pushed the door open, tapping his I.D. on one of the turnstiles provided. It was an open space on the first floor. A small reception desk was located beside the turnstiles and beyond that were a variety of desks.

Samuel greeted some of the officers who are working. “Updates?” he listened attentively to some reports from the team. The office has been chaotic for the past 2 weeks. The event for next month was near and they had to prepare for it. After the brief presentations, one of them approached Samuel and handed a paper for him to sign. They don’t really have any assigned tables or desks for each officer so, they can freely choose where to sit. Although, everyone within the council knows the president favorite spot. Samuel didn’t claim it but, he eventually noticed the lack of officers who attempted to sit there.

Samuel sat down, fishing out a pen from the neatly arranged table. He began to read the paper thoroughly. When he understood the contents, and deemed them as okay to sign, he handed it back to the officer. Giving him a few pointers before he twirled his chair and skimmed through the finish paperwork neatly piled on his desk.

Abruptly, his back suddenly went stiff, hands coming to a halt. ‘This presence’. He stayed seated but turned his head towards the entrance. A familiar face approaching him, hands inside his pockets. Blazing red hair that seems to be too ‘natural looking’. Piercing brown eyes vanished through half crescent lids when he smiled at one of the students. The small ‘Representative’ badge on his left chest reflected the light outside. A few officers greeted him, asking for updates. Samuel turned his head back to his desktop monitor, inputting his password.

“I still can’t believe you’re the Department of Fine Arts representative. Agreeably, you’re really good at your job.” - officer

Samuel scoffed. That guy is really deceiving. After a brief moment, he descended up the stairs, mindful of the presence following him.

“Kazuo. How’s your father?” he turned to see the guy plopped onto one of the bean bags, munching on the snacks provided. The second floor was made into a place where they can either work or relax. There are places where you can doze off and places where you can relax and work. Shelves of books are given. And also, an arcade room was separated by a glass wall.

“Unfortunately, the old man’s still breathing.” Samuel chuckled, how is that unfortunate? Ah, right. Kazuo’s father.

Samuel knew his father, well not personally but he has heard of him. His father was an old man, minding a small candy shop in Japan. Kazuo shifted awkwardly from his seat, earning a glance from Samuel. “It’s weird to hear you laugh. What’s wrong with you?” the witch frowned. Was he really that conservative and cold from another people’s perspective? “Woah, I’m sorry man. Didn’t mean to make you upset. It’s just… weird.” the guy shrugged trying to find comfortable position on the sunken bean bag.

“It’s fine. When will you go back?” Kazuo pouted, throwing a chip towards the witch’s direction. Halfway through the air, it lit up in flames. Stopping right in front of the witch face, ashes dropping onto the carpeted floor. “Fucker, you already want me gone. I have a ‘job’. You know.” Samuel scowled at the guy’s ‘quote and unquote’ gesture. He turned to his heel, facing the all glass wall behind him. His eyes scanned through the vicinity of the campus. He heard shuffling behind him, and soon enough Kazuo stood beside him, sucking on a lollipop.

The expanse of the green grass covered the ground. Samuel sighed, soon enough it would be covered by oceans of white snow. And those distant figures walking through different paths, will all be shivering underneath their thick padded coats. To be honest, it was an ordinary everyday sight for Samuel. The weather taking a sudden turn was no stranger to him. But he just couldn’t get why he was always mesmerized by it.

“You know.” he spared the guy beside him a glance. The sudden suffocating air around them didn’t go unnoticed. “You could easily take over this school if you liked.” the corners of his lips tugged upward forming into a smirk. Samuel snickered and returned his gaze towards the view before him.

“You’re the best candidate for that, Kazuo of the 11 families.” Samuel did not bother looking at the guy, who was walking towards the stairs. His last words etched inside his mind.

“See you around, Merlin’s descendant.”

As soon as the professor’s back was turned, Jaemy darted towards the door. Avoiding all the unnecessary attention before the bell rings. The words ‘early dismissal’ were his cue. The always crowded halls, buzzed with voices. Students hailing from the Music Department, shuffling through. He pulled his sweater over his hands, suddenly aware of the cold weather.

“Samuel? Walking with someone?”

“He didn’t just walk with him, he took him to his class and even stayed there before it started!” Jaemy’s fast paced steps slowly ambled. “Wait, it was a guy? Were they friends? Samuel has real friends?” his eyebrows furrowed. News already spread out like that. Ah, technology. And why would anyone talk about Samuel like that, he was a nice guy. But upon dissecting their words, Jaemy wasn’t sure why he was surprised.

‘So it is true’ he thought. People only recognize you once you made a mistake. No matter how many achievements you did, they will only focus on your failures. Humans tend to drag down the person they are threatened with. It’s sickening.

Samuel had a good reputation when it comes to running the council. He was amazing in his job. Seniors from all programs made him a laughing stock once he stepped behind the podium. Imagine, a first year Photography Major, running for Council President? Pathetic. He was clearly trying to get himself into some trouble. However, as soon as he spoke. Each word coming from his mouth, somehow put them into a trance. It was like they were put under a spell, his spell. Samuel won. And this year, even though he wasn’t a candidate. He was, according to the witch, forced into the position again.

“Well, he seems close with Kazuo.” who was Kazuo? Jaemy bit his lip. Was he an acquaintance of Chris too? Jaemy shook his head and lightly slapped his right cheek. Fishing out his phone from his pocket, he easily found Samuel’s number among the small amount of contacts he had. He typed in a message, sliding the phone back in his pocket after he pressed send. Jaemy scurried towards the main gate, rubbing his hands to achieve some sort of warmth.

“Jaemy.” he lifted his head up and saw Samuel. The witch approached him, Jaemy gave him a smile before they turned and walked out the gates. “How was class?” Jaemy fidgeted, earning a curious glance from Samuel. “What’s wrong?” the boy stopped in his tracks. Running his fingers through his hair before it gripped the straps of his backpack. Jaemy hesitated, but he knows Samuel probably heard about it.

Soon enough, they sat in front of each other in a restaurant. After the lady bowed, placing their orders in front of them, Jaemy broke the ice. He told the issue to Samuel, who as he predicted, knew about it. The witch told the boy to ignore them, but upon consideration he offered a proposal. “How about we don’t interact in school, if that’s what makes you comfortable.” Jaemy has never said disagreed so fast in his life. Pretending not know each other was the last resort, and he was not that desperate to do that. “It’s fine, Samuel! It will die down soon enough.” Samuel just nodded, but he was still bothered by it.

They finished lunch, Jaemy apologizing to Samuel because he got held up by him. “How about a hug then?” before Jaemy could react, Samuel pulls him into a hug. Letting go quickly. The witch turned to his heel and waved goodbye with his back facing the boy. Jaemy smiled, he stood there gazing at Samuel’s diminishing figure.

“Mom! Dad!” Jaemy set down his backpack on the coach. Roaming his eyes around the living room. He called out once more for his brother but to no luck, he was alone. The empty house was a rare sight. His brother would usually be screaming across the halls, while his dad watches TV and his mom was at the kitchen.

A few moments later, he received a call from his mom. Telling him they were at his grandparents’ house, she left some food in the fridge and if he wanted take out food, there was money on his desk. Jaemy let out an exasperated sigh when his mom didn’t stop worrying about him. Jaemy knew even his dad won’t be able to help him. But… he had one idea to make her stop. “Mom, I’ll be fine. I’ll just sleepover again at Chris—” the plan worked. He pulled away his phone from his ear when his mom shouted ‘YES DO THAT SWEETIE, LOVE U BYE’ she ended the call even before he could say he loves her back. Jaemy stared at his phone in astonishment. His own mother has abandoned him for the sake of him having friends. Jaemy sighed and shook his head.

Closing the door behind him, he stood at the entrance tucking a few strands of hair into the beret hat he put on. Jaemy was satisfied with his current outfit change, it wasn’t that cold yet, but a simple hat and warm coat made a difference. After checking his appearance on his phone, he started heading out. Seoul’s atmosphere at night was Jaemy’s favorite, especially in summer where it’s blazing hot during the day. His feet navigated him to a familiar place. The lack of light coming from Chris’s Antique shop didn’t shock him. Jaemy got home late. He only had one class, but he tends to wait for the students lurking around the music studios to leave so that he can use them by himself. Samuel was right. Jaemy was a shy boy. He knows how to play the piano and is a good singer. But his talent won’t be noticed if he lacked confidence. And that was really his case.

Nothing went wrong when he grew up. Jaemy had a great family, everyone was supportive of him. Although he went through grade school to high school without friends to keep, he wasn’t bullied by anyone. Jaemy was just plain invisible to them. “Chris?” before his closed fist could tap the glass, Chris materialize behind it. I guess, Jaemy getting used to people appearing out of nowhere was a lie. He stumbled back a few steps before regaining himself. Chris unlocked the door apologizing as he ushered him in.

No words were exchanged as they, out of instinct, walked towards the table behind the counter. Finding their usual spots. “Tea?” Jaemy shook his head, motioning Chris to sit down. Jaemy took his time to roam his eyes around the familiar shop. Oddly enough, this place felt like home. It was also sort of like a job to him, although Chris didn’t pay him. His eyes landed on the floor; a sudden flash of the past incident flickered in front of him. A small smile creeping on his face. Jaemy was kinda thankful for making that mistake, even though he almost got killed. It was a rickety bridge that led him towards Chris and the rest of the boys. “So,” his eyes moved back to Chris. Jaemy just noticed Chris’s hair was styled, his curly locks remained but it was neatly parted on one side, a few strands falling into his forehead. Surprisingly, he also had makeup on. A sultry smoky eye made his soft eyes look more prominent. He was also wearing a black leather jacket over a dirty white hoodie. Lastly, his gaze fell onto Chris’s lips. Jaemy was always so curious of how plump and soft looking the vampire’s lips are. “What brings you here at this hour? It’s dangerous outside.”

“By the way, I’m going home to the puppies tonight.” Jaemy briefly reflected Chris’s words. Puppies? Oh, the werewolves. That’s such a cute endearment. However, that wasn’t the issue here. Jaemy had planned to sleep over here since it’s close to his house. “O-oh. Okay, sorry for the hold up.”

“It’s okay, kid.” Jaemy stayed quiet. Chris itched to ask him what was wrong. Jaemy followed his eyes to Chris as he lifted his seat and slowly settled in beside him. He was not overwhelmingly close but Jaemy was still flustered, he can feel his ears heat up. Ah, it was a wrong choice to wear that beret hat because his ears were exposed. “You didn’t answer my question. What brings you here, Jaemy?”

Chris had to confess; he was flustered by the boy suddenly appearing at this time of the night. He wanted to scold him for walking in the dark, it was not safe. Especially now that Jaemy is his bond mate. But his adorable appearance makes up for it. For the 2 weeks Jaemy has visited/worked at his shop, he never saw the boy wear a hat. Especially a beret, Chris took his time on taking it all in. He never noticed it before but., Jaemy’s facial features were so chiseled for a 17-year-old. The vampire also notices how the boy looked very different whenever he has blank face, contrary to his always smiling face. Chris had to admit, Jaemy was really adorable. Sam always giggle out of nowhere and when Calvin asks him why he laughed, Sam would reply ‘Jaemy is really cute, I want to put him in my pocket and protect him.’ Surprisingly, the whole pack agrees. Wisdom who has a soft spot for cute things continued to gush over the boy with Sam. And when Han mentioned something about Jaemy removing his braces, the mansion was left in utter chaos.

“Well, my family’s not home. And I kinda told mom I’m sleeping over.” Chris was surprised. Jaemy wanted to sleepover at his place? He can’t help but stifle a chuckle. He offered that they sleep at the mansion. Wisdom and the rest of the pack would be so happy. Eventually, Jaemy accepted the offer upon seeing the pout on Chris’s lips. It was weird, but he was not complaining.

As they step outside, Chris approaches him with a helmet on his hand. “Safety first, sweetie.” Jaemy blushed at the pet name. His face grew redder when Chris’s hand grazed his ears as removed his hat, replacing it with the helmet. “Stop staring...” Chris chuckled at the boy’s whines. He hands him his hat back, proceeding to start up his bike. ‘That bike’ Jaemy thought. He always admired it for a minute or two every time he goes to the shop. He constantly imagined Chris riding that bike, how cool he would look. Chris wore his helmet, flicking his head to his right to tell the boy to hop on.

Jaemy flailed his arms around, finding a place to hold on. His panicked eyes followed Chris’s large hands gripping each of his wrists. Chris guided the boy’s arms around his waist, forcing his fingers to interlock with each other. “Hold on.” Jaemy was a crimson red as they sped off, Seoul’s cold night breeze was chilly but, ‘Chris is warm’. Was he supposed to be warm? According to Jaemy’s very ‘extensive’ research which involves his face buried in front of his laptop’s monitor at 5am in a school day—Vampires aren’t supposed to be warm. Their bodies are dead. The flask on the desk earlier might have answered his question. Chris might be warm because he just drank some blood.

Not long enough, they arrive in front of the mansion. Jaemy squinted his eyes, making out the figure who was… running towards them? “S-Sam! Let me down please!” Chris watched how Sam lifted the boy up from his seat and carried the boy like a sack, sprinting towards the mansion. Chris didn’t even turn off his engine yet. He shook his head in disbelief. “Wait a goddamn second, Hwang.” Calvin gripped Sam’s shirt, halting him. He circled the boy and carefully removed Jaemy’s helmet. Tossing it back to Chris who was walking up to them. “Okay go, you dingus.” and with that, Sam disappeared inside.

Jaemy’s voice boomed inside the house, “WAIT WHAT THE FUCK. HOW THE FUCK DID I GET IN?” the four of them looked at each other with wide eyes, breaking into a fit of laughter. “Can’t believe that kid can curse like that.”

Jaemy was still confused on why he easily went in. He was sure Wisdom did not invite him because he was also outside. The answer to his question was given by a not-even-huffing Sam, telling him that once he’s invited to that house, he can freely access it in the future, but if that person doesn’t visit for quite a while or the owner either changes or cancels the invitation he cannot enter the house. He bounced on Sam’s shoulder, still mind fucked. “Jaemy’s here???” a familiar voice came from the stairs. Sam carefully placed Jaemy on the couch, attaching himself to the boy right away. Jaemy’s eyes traveled to the source of the voice. “Felix! Marco!” Felix and Marco descended the stairs. The fox scurried towards the boy, engulfing him into a tight hug and at the same time squishing Sam between them. Marco silently trailed behind Felix, giving Jaemy a smile and a pat in the head before heading towards the kitchen.

Felix and Marco moved in with Chris and the werewolves yesterday. Originally, only Felix wanted to move in. But Marco was acting like a bitch, saying he’s alone at the apartment and that Felix abandoned him. So, they both end up moving together with the rest of the pack. “Why are you guys here?” Sam shoved Felix off them, sitting up while trying to catch his breath. Felix chuckled and apologized, sitting beside Jaemy telling him they moved in with Chris. Jaemy was ecstatic, the 2 days he spent with them were memorable. And now that they’re here together, they can make more memories!

Wisdom trailed behind Han and Calvin; Chris was behind him the whole time. He stopped and looked back, waiting for the vampire to discard the helmets he was holding. Chris settled them on the cabinet near the entrance, removing his shoes right after. “Is Jaemy gonna stay the night?” Chris hummed in response, nodding his head as they walked towards the living room. He shrugged his jacket off his shoulders, tossing it to the coat rack 3 meters away from him. It flew in the air with great speed, halting in before the coat rack. It hung itself like someone did it. Wisdom shakes head before following Chris. He stopped midway, admiring the view. Jaemy was crimson red as Sam and Felix praise him about looking so cute in a beret hat. Marco was plopped beside Han, immersed in their own world. Calvin popped out of the kitchen, handing Chris a glass of blood. Slowly, they all settled down the circled couch, laughing with each other.

Wisdom can’t help but smile. It used to be just the 5 of them—Han, Calvin, Sam, Chris and himself. They had a lot of fun, but Chris was rather a non-chaotic person, he didn’t mind the noise, but he rarely joins in. He himself, on the other hand was no far from Chris. He’s just smiling on one side, laughing when the puppies make a joke. Who would have thought that they would grow this big? 9 of them talking and laughing with each other, just having a good time without caring for anything else. Including that witch, Wisdom was a bit cautious of him at first. He seemed to be a bit cold and strict. But after he helped them find Han, he slowly opened up his heart to the witch. “Samuel may act like that, but... He’s a good person.” the sincerity inside Chris’s eyes removed all Wisdom’s doubts.

Speaking of the devil. Samuel appeared in a blink of an eye in the middle of the living room, causing Felix and Han to stumble behind the couch as they were headed to the kitchen to get some snacks. Samuel declared that he is Jaemy’s officially best friend, threatening the rest of the boys if they ever hurt the boy. Soon enough, Samuel settled in. Sitting in front of Chris as they play one on one in UNO.

Wisdom stood in the distance the whole time. Taking it all in. Wisdom clenched his fists. The thought of one of them getting harmed lit up a fire inside his heart. Before he pranced towards the chaos, his voice echoed inside the rest of the wolves’ heads, all them simultaneously looking at Wisdom’s direction, nodding their heads to his request.

“Protect them. At all costs.”

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Katama’s Line

Disclaimer: None of this is mine, everything was collected from Amelia Atwater-Rhodes’ old websites, the wiki, and the old message boards. Anything written in the first person is a direct quote from Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. For all the entries in the The Den of Shadows Reference series, check the tag or this page.

Katama is Siete's seventh fledgling. Her only direct fledgling is Jeshickah, from whom the rest of the line is descended. Jeshickah and her sisters were responsible for founding Midnight. Jeshickah and all of her descendents are dreamwalkers due to a connection to a k'jait (earth elemental) named Leshan.

Katama’s line was the first ruling line of Nyeusigrube. Katama changed her sisters Jeshickah and Acise, and the second generation (the trainers) was entirely hand-picked and changed by Jeshickah herself. You can refer to Midnight Predator for further discussion on how she chose them. This group of eight individuals founded Midnight, the empire that ruled Nyeusigrube- the vampires, shapeshifters and witches - with a set laws that revolves around the concepts of ownership and free trade, property and territory.

Katama’s line only grew larger after the fall of Midnight, when another group rose from the ashes of the empire, restrained and hence partially defined by a new set of laws (Mayhem’s). This younger group is often referred to as the Market Circuit, though some very brave few dare to call it Xeke’s line... though even the bravest wouldn’t do so in front of any of Midnight’s trainers.

Members of Katama's line have appeared in:

Midnight Predator

All Just Glass

Poison Tree

Promises to Keep

Background

Much of this information is going to center around Jeshickah, as well as Midnight. This is because Jeshickah, while not the founder of the line, has made enough impact on the vampiric society in general that the line is half considered hers, and Midnight has played too large a part in their lives to be ignored. Katama, Jeshickah and Acise (Katama's second fledgling) were sisters while alive; the former two were twins. Jeshickah and Katama were born in 1136 and changed in 1152, at the age of 16 (granted, 16 in 1152 was a good deal older than 16 is today). Acise's physical age is currently unknown. Though Siete and Katama had been in a relationship for several months, she had no desire to become a vampire. Jeshickah was the first to learn what Siete was. She asked him to change her, tried to deal with him, and he turned her down on the basis of the fact that he thought she was crazy and he would regret changing her because she might do something like try to rule the world and dominate everyone -- and what do you know, he was right! Katama 'allowed' him to change her only after she learned that Jeshickah would probably be dead in a few months. Siete changed her on the provision that she would absolutely not change Jeshickah, which is why she did so within hours of when she was changed, while he was away and she was supposed to be sleeping. Siete was furious that Katama changed her, but most of the energy of that anger was directed at Jeshickah, since the process nearly killed Katama.

Acise, the last sister, wasn't changed for any pressing reason (like health), but simply to stay with her family-- her only 'surviving' family. Siete had no strong feelings either way about her change. The three sisters acquired a mansion which they titled Liadan, or Twilight. This, while being Midnight's predecessor, was nothing like the later slave empire. If anything, it was comparable to any noble's mansion. The ladies of the manor ruled firmly but fairly, treating their serfs better than most did at that time. Later, Liadan became home to a pride of lions, who acted as bailiffs, police, and knights. In the fifteenth century, the Inquisition came to Liadan. One of the lions, hoping to protect himself and his pride, betrayed the vampiresses, giving their names to inquisitors and detailing how they could be killed. He was immediately arrested, and tortured until he also revealed the names (and weaknesses) of the others of his kind. As the lions were systematically wiped out from the area, Katama and Jeshickah abandoned Liadan and founded a less-friendly empire. Enter Midnight. Midnight quickly became a force to be reckoned with, and by the sixteen hundreds, Midnight had physical, political and economic control over the other vampires, the witches, and all but a very few shapeshifters (the shm'Ahnmik, the Azteka and the Shantel, to be precise). In addition to controlling all trade routes, Midnight also became the heart of the vampiric slave-trade, where humans, witches and shapeshifters were bought and sold. Many people from Mayhem blamed its destruction in 1704 on Midnight (they were wrong, but since when does that matter in terms of wars and policy?). Even those who knew what really happened, which was a very small handful of people, recognized that it was time to strike back at Midnight before Mayhem weakened any further. It is not a coincidence that Midnight burned in 1804, exactly one century later, in an assault on its primary building. However, that assault would never have worked if it just destroyed property. The empire was weakened from within first, though power-plays from Mayhem and defection by Kendra's line. When the central building, the symbol, of Midnight burned, it spurned all the shapeshifters and witches to fight back, as well. It destroyed the image, the fear. Jeshickah's personal manor was hit that day, as well. Jeshickah and her trainers may have escaped, but all of Jeshickah's property, including all her slaves, burned. Even so, Midnight might have pulled power back. Jeshickah simply didn't have the heart for it. Thus it was in the early 1900's that Jaguar was approached by his brother Nathaniel, and told that a number of Kendra vampires had plans to organize Midnight's resurrection, and that they had the political power to succeed. Unwilling to allow this to happen, Jaguar stepped in and recreated Midnight himself, with a few minor adjustments to suit his own rebuilt personality. Since he was a direct fledgling of Jeshickah's, no one argued with his right to do so, and he ruled as the Master of Midnight for almost a century before Jeshickah put in an appearance.

Social traits

Jeshickah chose her fledglings with fairly specific traits in mind. Apart from picking handsome men -- and men only, as she has no greater love for women -- she also picked men with the same talent she had: being able to see and exploit human weaknesses. Also, Jeshickah broke almost all her fledglings, essentially making them her slaves, her property. However, if Jeshickah is going to spend the rest of eternity with them, they need to be relatively independent so they aren't constantly hanging off her and needing her to tell them what to do. It would be nice if the people who live forever with you can engage in interesting conversation. It would also be bad if they ceded their will to any person who happened to get authoritative with them. So Jeshickah's trainers were broken such that they would never challenge her outright, but they retained their ability even to argue with her -- as counsel and such is necessary to the successful running of an empire.

Midnight’s trainers include Taro, Varick, Gabriel and Jaguar -- and of course Jeshickah. Taro, Varick and Jaguar belong to Jeshickah. Gabriel, as a vampire, does not. If you change a free human (and in this case I mean not broken, not just unclaimed by law) he becomes a free vampire. As broken is considered a permanent condition, if you change a human who has been broken, you still own him post-change, as well as anything he owns and hence all fledglings he later creates. Nathaniel and Gabriel were both mistakes -- though they were made in different ways. Nathaniel was easily tamed; he was a slave before she bought him, and knew it was in his best interests not to fight too much. Yes, he was scared of her, but he was never broken. Long story short, Jeshickah lost her temper and nearly killed him; after being teased by Acise over not being able to break him, she changed him instead of letting him die. Gabriel was a very different scenario. From the start, their relationship, while not quite between equals, was less of an owner-slave setup. He challenged her; he wasn’t afraid of her. Repeatedly, he refused her. If Jeshickah were capable of falling in love with a man, one might say she fell for him. They were for a while each other’s obsessions, still are in a way, despite the fact that they hate each other. Either way, Jeshickah wasn’t about to give him up by killing him. However, later generations weren't necessarily chosen for the same qualities, so it's not really possible to generalize like that.

Jeshickah put a ban on her fledglings creating fledglings of their own, although there are some of her fledglings who have disobeyed her -- either they created fledglings before the ban was put in place, or they simply do not feel bound to do exactly as they're told. The lower ranks, especially Xeke, are quite prolific.

The majority of Midnight's subjects have always been from Kendra's line. Katama's line was simply the ruling class.

Special talents

Katama's line is another of the lines who has special talents above the standard vampiric powers. While Jeshickah was still alive, she managed to gain some power over an earth elemental, Leshan, by naming him. Later, after Midnight's destruction and before Jeshickah's return to it, she bound this elemental to her fully, strengthening her ties to him. Due to Jeshickah's bond with the elemental, all vampires coming from her -- as well as her twin sister Katama -- have the ability to dreamwalk. Neither higher nyeusi nor Zadre's descendents dream- that means lunar and solar vampires and Tristes. They remember; they relive. However, a vampire of Katama's line can share a mortal's dreams or, if she's strong enough, manipulate or change the dream to suit her fancy. Once you get past the first level of fledglings (Jeshickah's direct fledglings) the ability to control dreams changes, but even the weaker fledglings can share them. The bond with Leshan also gave Jeshickah and her offspring the ability to feed by touching their victim -- without needing to bite them. This talent, however, is mostly used subconsciously; weaker vampires or those of younger generations might not even be aware that they can do so.

A fairly unique trait of Jeshickah's line, the trainers of Katama's lines have the ability to form mental links with people they work with. It isn't quite as strong as a bloodbond, and can be broken through psychic training, etc, but it's still pretty powerful, and not only enables the trainer to find those he owns, but also works like a back door, providing a pathway past any mental defenses the other person has.

Family Tree

Katama

Jeshickah

Acise

Taro (deceased)

Varick (deceased)

Quinn*

Xeke*

Maya*

Jason

Olivia*

Nathaniel

Jega (?)

Gabriel

Jared**

Jaguar

*Quinn may be directly or indirectly responsible for Xeke, Maya, and Olivia.

**"Semi-canon" relationship.

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jokers-sweethearts · 8 years ago

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Jokers Daughter Imagine: Damon Salvatore

Request: (anon) Can you write a fic where J's daughter is dating Damon Salvatore from The Vampire Diaries and J finds out that he is not treating her right even though she won't admit that the recently new bruises were from him so J decides to do something about it?

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You should have known that he was trouble from the beginning, but your arrogance once again got in the way. You had seen it all in Gotham being the Jokers daughter with crazy plant ladies, flying rats, human scarecrows and penguins, you figured a vampire wasn’t that big of a deal. You thought if anything nothing was scarier than the clown king of gotham and if anything you couldn’t handle happened you’d go to him.

“God was I wrong” you said to your reflection in the mirror in a faint whisper.

It felt like it had been a day since you met Damon and at the same time twenty years felt like he had passed. He worked his vicious charm and you fell for it. Not even realizing how calculating he was being with it. He played the role of the romantic to trap you like a fly in a fly in a spiderweb. Everything wrong happened so slowly you didn’t realize it was abuse at first. He just seemed to be acting like normal Damon, which in hindsight he was .

The longer you stayed the harder it was to get out. You wanted to give him chance after chance hoping. You had heard good and bad about him and even saw some of it with Elena, he grew to be good sometimes. Sometimes.... the word echoed in your head. Why is it that when people are bad to us, once they show a little bit of kindness we fall for them?

Your phone lit up on the bathroom counter, her name shined and gave you the only warmth in the whole house but it was quickly followed by more guilt. Another thing you messed up you thought, you broke up with your girlfriend to be with Damon. Wanting to leave behind a good, safe girl who treated you right for some danger. You wanted to answer your former lovers text admitting that she was right about Damon gave you too much anxiety.

You studied the bruise on your arm in the mirror, it was clearly up after a few days but the blotchy yellow and blue marks still sat on your skin. You should have left right after it happened, but again you made excuses for him. Told yourself that he didn’t mean to grab you that hard or it was just the wrong angle. Then your eyes moved up your reflection to the black mark under your eye which could not be ignored or talked out of.

You wanted to scream so loud you shattered the glass in front of you but it felt as though sometime had their hand wrapped around your lungs squeezing every time you tried to make a noise. You picked up your makeup bag as gently and quietly as possible and took our your cover up. You seethed as you patted the brush against the bruise to cover it up. There was no going back now. You tried to resist the tears as you thought about the shame weighing down on you.

You are the clown princess of gotham, you didn’t want to admit that you let this go on for so long. You were ashamed and your pride was bruised more than your body. Once your face was all the same color again you pulled out a long sleeve shirt to cover your arm and zipped up your bags. Peaking out the door, you saw Damon still asleep and made a break for the door before he woke up.

The Joker sat on his bed not taking his eyes off his phone, waiting for any word from you at all. You were usually back by this time and he was starting to become neurotic. Joker didn’t believe in things like fate, but in this moment he wished he had followed his gut and stopped you from going out. He didn’t like Damon and everyone knew it. Except this time it wasn’t his usually jealousy over your significant others, it was a horrible feeling in his core that something wasn’t right.

Joker leaned his head back thinking about his daughter and closed his eyes to soothe his headache. When he felt the vibration on his bed however he flung his whole body up to check his phone. It wasn’t his daughter but her ex. Joker growled hating that his daughters ex girlfriend has his number. He was always relieved to get rid of the ex’s and have his baby back to himself. His phone continued to vibrate in his hand getting three messages from her. He was ready to delete them until the last one caught his eye.

I can’t get ahold of (y/n) I’m sorry to bother you but I know there is something wrong He’s hurting her Mr. J I know he is

Joker could feel his stomach begin to ache thinking that his worst fears were just confirmed. As much as he hated seeing his daughter give her heart to someone else, with this girl at least he knew she was safe. When he let her go out on dates at least he could sense that her intentions weren’t bad. He didn’t want to trust anyone else, and he never did trust anyone else besides Harley and his daughter, but he couldn’t deny the feeling in his gut.

As he was thinking about whether to respond or not he heard the front door open. He ran out of his bedroom and met his daughter in the living room. She wasn’t her usual confident self. Her shoulders were tensed up and she held her hands on the opposite arms hugging herself. When she noticed he was there she turned and forced out a smile. There was nothing more Joker hated than a forced smile.

“Hi daddy!” you said as cheerfully as possible.

“Hey princess...” Joker said in a bitter tone, he wasn’t sure when a right time to confront you was. He just wanted to rip the flesh off Damon’s bones. Even if his suspicions weren’t true, he was still the boy taking his little girl away. Joker decided just to blurt it out. “What has he done to you?”

You froze not knowing what to do next and your face became flushed. “What are you talking about daddy?”

The Joker approached his daughter and tried not to get offended as she stepped back. That was more confirmation something was wrong.

“If he’s hurting you in anyway you have t tell me. I’ll deal with him like I do everyone who hurts us” Joker said confidently.

Your nerves were shot and you felt the goosebumps rise p on your skin. At the same time this was the moment you had been waiting for and wanting. Your father to find out and do something but it was also your worst fear. It meant you had to admit that it was all real and happening. You did the thing you picked up from your parents, when something was wrong or right there was only one thing to do; laugh.

But it was the only time the Joker didn’t laugh back. He was an expert in telling the difference between a genuine laugh and a nervous one.

“Tell me what he’s done” Joker insisted.

“Daddy i know you’re crazy and I love you but com on! I’m fine!” all you wanted was to get out of the situation so you walked past your father headed for your room. When he grabbed your arm and you seethed in pain louder than you had in the bathroom. He didn’t touch you hard, but it was so unexpected and right on the bruise it was painful.

Joker immediately let go of his daughter when he heard her cry of pain. His instant reaction was to bring her into a hug and kiss her and make it up to her but he knew he didn’t grab her violently. He saw his baby wrap her hand around where he had grabbed and squint in pain.

“Lift up your sleeve” he ordered, having all the proof he needed that something was indeed wrong.

“Daddy please...” you whimpered not wanting to face this reality. “I don’t want this to happen”.

Joker stepped in front of his baby until he was no more than an inch away and took her hand in his. Just like in the bathroom at Damon’s she wanted to yell and move but her body was still. He gently pulled up the sleeve on his daughters shirt examining every inch of her skin seeing if there was something unusual. As he went up you squirmed in pain until he stopped when he saw the beginning of the bruise.

Jokers entire body filled with the heat of rage and it took everything in is power not to pull out his gun and shoot holes into the walls until he ran out of bullets. You felt the tears begin to build up and the shame washed over you again. Joker collected and calmed himself down, your presence was the only thing that allowed him to do that.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked with fury and pain in his voice. A thousand thoughts started racing through his head all at once about if he did something to lose your trust or if Damon had turned you against him somehow.

“I just....” you began trying to find the right words. Part of you still wanted to try and cover it all up. “I didn’t want to be the victim. Us clowns are supposed to be strong”.

Joker cracked a small smile, hearing you think so highly of the family he had built. He was also laughing however, thinking about how silly it was to think of yourself as a victim.

“oh baby baby baby..... “ he said in a raspy voice “the only victim in this scenario in is going to be Damon”. Joker was beginning to feel the anger in his body being replaced by enthusiasm to put an end to all this.

As the tears tears fell from your eyes Joker lifted his hand to wipe them away. You felt the pressure begin to lesson seeing your father’s view of you hadn’t changed and his reassurance washed over you. You forgot about the result of him wiping your face until you saw his pale face turn even paler and his blue eyes widen.

The anger began to crawl it’s way back up through Jokers body except this time it was burning so bright he couldn’t contain it. Seeing his daughters face bruised was the last push over the edge into complete rage and insanity. When he took a moment to think about the fact that she felt she had to cover it up as well, he just saw red.

This frightened you, then you began to feel as though he was mad at you for not saying anything.

“i’m sorry daddy.. I am I just didn’t know how to tell you. I wanted to But I let it go on for so long and didn’t want to swallow my pride and-”

“shhhh shhhh” Joker raised his finger up to stop you from speaking. “You have nothing to be sorry for”.

You wanted to throw yourself into Jokers arms and have him hold you like you were a little girl again, but he had already walked away from you. He wrapped his purple coat around himself and started to load it with guns and amo he had around the house. You knew what was going to happen.

Your body was telling you to grab your father and stop him from going. You hated yourself for still feeling like you had to protect Damon in some way and felt a loyalty to him. It had just been so long with him and you didn’t want anymore trouble. But your mind was telling you something different, something refreshing. Your mind was cheering on your father as he plotted to do whatever he was going to do to Damon. Your fathers words gave you a piece of your pride back. Helped you get rid of some of the shame. You knew it was going to be a journey to get it all back but this was a good start.

Joker pulled out his phone and texted Frost to get himself and the goons ready. When Frost asked where to, he was even relieved himself that the day had finally come and knew exactly how to handle it as he always did.

You still stood in the same spot where your father had discovered the secret unable to move. Joker pulled himself out of his frenzy to go over to you and slowly lead you into his bedroom. He helped you get on the bed fearing you were going to pass out from letting the weight off your chest.

“Let me do this” Joker said but it was more of a questioned tone like he was asking your permission. The Joker never asked permission to do anything.

Your mind outweighing your body and you feeling strong again, vengeful yourself, you shook your head yes. Without hesitation Joker went to his bedroom door to leave and go after Damon. But before he shut the door he paused and turned back to you.

“He’s the one at fault here” and before you could process what he said your father was gone.

Damon sat alone in his apartment over looking the city. As always, he was conflicted to no end. He knew what he had done and was doing was wrong but as the story was over all these lifetimes he couldn’t change himself. Even he could admit that his few moments of compassion and kindness no longer could out weight the bad. He wanted to call you, Elena, Stefan but his mind was racing about all the mistakes he had made with each of them. Damon did what Damon did best, he shrugged it off and took a deep breath and reminded himself of who he was and his cocky attitude flowed back. He got up ready to go find you in the night when his front door blew open. Smoke and gun fire lit up his apartment but when Damon saw the green hair emerge he knew what this was. He stood his ground his usual confident self.

“Oh so the little princess sent in the clown huh?” Damon called out waiting for his full form to enter through the smoke. Joker did and was followed by Frost and the other goons. “huh and he brought friend. What’s the matter daddy don’t think you can take me on your own?” Damon was ready to fight and show them what he was made of. When he didn’t get a reaction out of the Joker he stepped forward unafraid. “You know....” Damon said raising a finger like he was a professor about to give a lesson. “about oh maybe... a few hundred years ago I was sitting at court watching the jester entertain the king and queen. This reminds me of that a lot. You the jester and me the king, know what I did to him?” Damon looked straight into Jokers eyes ready to compel “i made him dance for me”.

Joker stood stone faced as he saw Damon’s confidence crumble before him. Damon couldn’t understand why it wasn’t working. Joker began to laugh and Damon became angrier.

“There’s only one King in gotham kid, and he’s here to avenge his princess”. Joker said as he pulled out a necklace from under his shirt. This signalled Frost and the goons to all do the same.

Frost did in fact know the perfect way to handle all this. Damon was beside himself when he saw they were all wearing vervain necklaces. That was enough for Damon to step trying to compel, he let out a sigh and realized what his fate was going to be that night. Jokers goons crowded around him and Damon clenched his fist, never turning away from a fight before. The sound of bones cracking and yelling echoed through the halls of the apartment building.

You laid relaxing in your parents bed, finally free of the anxiety of the whole situation. Your phone vibrated and you were scared to open the message at first. It was ether your father telling you things were taken care of and he was on his way home or it was Damon telling you that he was coming for you. When you got the courage to open the message you were surprised to find. It was your ex girlfriend again.

Are you all right?

You laughed to yourself, you should have known she might have had something to do with this. Only this time when you saw her message the warm feeling was the only one, no shame and no hurt feelings.

Yes. Thanks to you.

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saviormysticmeme · 8 years ago

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ummmm..... I LOOOVE YOUR WORK （≧∇≦） YOU ARE SERIOUSLY SUPER TALENTED! Are YOU A GENIUS???? Sorry for caps...（´-`）If you don't mind, may I request an hc about the RFA + minor trio mistaking mc's twin for mc? Maybe they see her twin with another guy, so they ask mc about it or something... I just love love love your writtiiinngg~~~ I can write whole page! It's all so good that I they're all my favorite! (´Д` ) Sorry if its unclear/bad grammar... Bye（・◇・）/~~~

RFA + MTrio React to Mistaking CM for MC

Omg pls you guys are feeding my ego so muchAnd don’t worry about your grammar!! Grammar is the hardest part of any language, I cry when I speak anything other than English cause “How do say this”

Ok anyways

Some of these are going to be those totally cliché “Secret Twin” scenarios that are kind of angsty but I’m gonna try some more lighthearted ones too because I feel like the “I SAW YOU WITH ANOTHER MAN IM LEAVING YOU!!!1!1!” “Babe thats my twin” scenarios have been used quite a bit and I don’t want to pump out something that’s already out here

If you decide you want those scenarios instead though then let me know! Because if you just happen to reallllly like that specific case then I’ll do a short drabble focusing on that

Also sorry in advance for the Choi twin ones, I just feel like they would know about MC’s twin and I the writing for them isn’t up to par with the others but I didn’t want to postpone posting for much longer because of it.

Ok I talk too much lets go

Yoosung:

He’s walking by a cafe near campus when he sees you sitting across from another guy

He stops dead in the side walk and stares in the window

At first he thought you were maybe just..discussing something? With some guy? Who you never told him about…?

No he didn’t think that at all his brain went straight to the worst but he couldn’t bare to think it so he came up with every excuse in the book.

MC’s a spy and they have to kill this guy

He’s a new RFA recruit???

He’s a dealer and MC’s buying drugs

MC is secretly a vampire and just trying to eat this guy

Every thought bubble he had was popped when you leaned over the table and planted a kiss on the mans cheek

Yoosung heard his heart-

rrrng rrrrng rrrrng rrrng

He was going to say breaking but apparently his heart rings when broken?

He looked at his phone and your Caller ID was up

“Huh?” He looked from his phone to the window, where ‘you’ were still sitting and talking with the strange man

He answers the phone, voice a little shakey “H-Hello?”

“Yoosung? Hey! Sorry to call but on your way home can you grab soup. I’m feeling like soup for dinner tonight.”

….

“Yoosung?”

“MC…how are you doing this?”

“…Doing what Yoosung?”

“Are you a vantrilaquist?”

“Yoosung pls just what the fuck are you talking about”

“I’m staring at you through a window having coffee with another man…but you’re on the phone with me.”

“1. Yoosung that’s creepy that you’re staring at two strangers 2…”

His phone beeped and he looked down to see you sent him a picture of you sitting on the couch with a controller in hand, soda on the table, blankly staring at the camera.

He snapped a picture of the ‘you’ in the window and sent it back

“Yoosung that’s my sister and her boyfriend you egg”

“Your sister???? What???”

“I told you I had a sister!”

“NOT THAT YOU GUYS WERE TWINS”

“I assumed when you met her you’d be with me…not that this would happen. This is some TV style mess.” You chuckled, feeling a little guilty. Reflecting on it, you probably would have been upset too if you thought a look a like Yoosung was putting the moves on someone else “So……soup?”

“Yeah babe of course, what do you want?”

Jaehee

She was at the cafe making -cue Savior Meme going and making a post about Jaehee owning a musical theatre instead- a new brew when you walked in

She sees you and casts a warm smile and a “Hey Honey”

The person Jaehee thought to be MC cocks their head, slightly confused, but brushes it off as Jaehee being a very friendly Barista

The copy cat you stands at the counter, waiting about a minute before Jaehee realizes their presence at the spot

“Dear, what are you doing?”

The customer furrows their brows and responds slowly, somewhat confused “Ordering coffee…”

Jaehee chuckles, amused at you playing customer. She just shakes her head and walks over to the register

“Alright, what’ll you have?”

“I’ll have an iced Mocha with extra cream no sugar.”

Jaehee scribbles it on a cup and gets to work making the drink “Weird choice for you. Didn’t think you were a fan of mocha, you always seem to prefer vanilla”

“I do?”

“Yes silly, you always ask for French vanilla flavoring.”

“I ne-” Before your clone can respond though, Jaehee has finished up the drink and handing it over

As ‘You’ take the drink, Jaehee leans over the counter and plops a quick kiss on your cheek

‘You’ are frozen on the spot

Jaehee opens her eyes to see why you’re suddenly so frigid towards her, but when she opens them she can’t help but glance behind you and see…YOU??

“MC?” Jaehee jumped back looking between you and your look a like.

“MC?” Your twin turns to you, face still flushed from their sudden kiss. “Is this the surprise you had for me??? A super friendly barista??”

“Surprise???” Jaehee exclaimed, still looking between the two of you. “Wait you’re not MC???”

Finally you stepped in to clear the confusion

“Jaehee! This is my twin …. CM. CM, this is my new Cafe that I run with my girlfriend!”

“Girl..friend.” CM turns to look at Jaehee, at the same time the two of them realize everything that just happened concerning the confusion.

“I am so so so so so so so so so sorry” Jaehee can not stop apologizing no matter how many times CM says it’s ok.

Zen

It was opening night for his new show

He was pumped

Sure because of the show, but also because you had shot him a text earlier that day that you were going to bring your sibling.

Zen had yet to meet anyone in your family, so he was excited that you were going to start introducing him to them. It showed how ready you were to spend your life with him and that just made him giddy.

So after the show was over he couldn’t wait to find you

He scanned the crowd and eventually spotted you in the crowd with a bouquet of roses

MC is so sweet he hummed to himself

That was his sole moment of calmness before the storm

He watched as his coworker walked up to you and started chatting you up. Zen was on the other side of the auditorium, trying to push his way through the flock of people set on congratulating him, so he couldn’t run to your rescue as fast as he liked.

He was frustrated but he knew you could handle yourself

At least that’s what he thought until his fellow actor’s hand found it’s way to your hand, where the thumb gently brushed back and forth.

Zen’s face turned red, and the shade only grew deeper when he saw his douche bag scene mate’s mouth turn into a cocky looking smirk.

He found superhuman speed and agility to push through the crowd and end up right behind you, where he wrapped his arms around you tightly and pressed a long kiss to your cheek

“Honey, there you are.” Zen sounded so sweet while his blazing red eyes stared daggers into the green ones of his coworker.

“Zen? This is your girlfriend?”

“Yes, this is my girlfriend MC.” Zen squinted at the guy. How dare he pretend not to know, Zen only pointed out MC every time she came to a show. Every time she picked him up from rehearsal. Every time-

“You said your name was CM” The Actor turned a confused stare to the person in Zen’s arms

“I-” They tried to say but

“CM?” Zen questioned, he spun them around only to realize “You’re not MC.”

“No I’m” Cm tried to say

“Zen!” You interjected as you ran over to the 3. “Sorry, I had to run to the bathroom. CM thanks for holding the flowers. Speaking of which, Zen I see you’ve met my twin”

Zen’s face turned bright red with blush this time

He turned to his fellow actor and CM and started apologizing profusely

Jumin

He knew you had a brother….or…a sister? …or both?

He lied he had no clue, he just knew you had some sort of sibling.

He was unaware it was a twin

A twin who worked as an assistant for a company but was looking to switch, so when they saw C&R was hiring a new chief assistant, they threw an application in

So here is Jumin, just sorting through some applications when he sees

“CM PlayerPants”

He smirks at the paper, seeing all the information filled out is yours. Your home address, the general store you lived near, your school, graduation, etc.

Your picture was even you, just you in a suit and looking very hot professional

Now lets face it you and Jumin did some kinky shit sometimes

Sometimes your love life together involved role playing

Jumin was surprised at how much effort you put into this, but he wasn’t going to spoil it.

He types in the phone number, it’s not your usual cell number, what did you get a prepaid phone just for this?

He was in awe with your dedication

Rrrng rrrng rrrng

“Hello?” Your voice answered

He couldn’t hide the smirk on his face “Hello there, Kitten.”

“I-I’m sorry?”

“Oh my bad” He corrected himself “Hello there, Ms. Playerpants. This is Jumin Han from C&R calling about your application”

“Oh! Uh, Hello! Yes, what can I do for you? Does it need any clarification?”

“Oh no no no, I think I read you loud and clear.” He lazily flipped through the pages of the resume in front of him

“Oh..ok. Is this about the position then?”

“Yes” A smirk found it’s way to his lips “Speaking of which, what is your favorite position?”

“Excuse me? I don’t think I understand?” The voice on the end was clearly taken aback. Damn, you were making him work for this.

“Well I figured I’d give you a say in the matter tonight since you put sooo much work into this. So Kitten, tell me, what would you like to do tonight? Maybe I’ll buy some toys on the way home an-”

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU????” Click.

Jumin just stared at the phone confused. He shrugged it off because his desk phone went off, and when he answered it was his father calling him to a meeting. Jumin resolved to just handle whatever happened with you when he got home

After a long work day he came in the door to see you waiting for him. “Hello Kitten.”

“Hey Babe, how was work?”

“Good, aside from this strange phone call I made today” A small grin on his face

“Oh?” You cocked an eyebrow.

“Yes,” He purred as he walked over and started rubbing your shoulders “I thought I had found a new assistant”

“OH!” You exclaim, jumping up and remembering something “I forgot to tell you this morning! My twin is applying for the chief assistant job, it completely slipped my mind.”

“Your…twin?” Jumin cocked his brows now

“Yes! CM!”

“C….M” Jumin was quick to catch on to his mistake “Oh my god”

Seven

Lets face it

You guys may be sick of hearing this but

He knew

Of course he knew

He stalked the ever-loving-shit out of you

He saw photos of the two of you together

He insists on you and your twin joining him and Saeran out for lunch all the time

You guys have the certified Twin Club in his brain

The 4 of you spend so much time together Seven can tell the slight difference between your hair and your twins. How your twin is about a centimeter taller. Your eyes are a little more wide. He knows.

Which is why he isn’t caught off guard when your twin and you show up in the same room

He’s not confused when he sees CM out kissing someone

He knows

He loves it

#TwinSquad

His eyesight is so bad he has mini heart attacks once a week thinking he sees you out in public holding hands with someone else

Over time he stops freaking out, he starts to recognize you easier, which means he can play ‘Spot the Blurry Difference’ a little better when you two aren’t together

Until one day he’s on set doing a photo shoot for a Modeling company that requested his help

And he sees…MC? With a headset on ordering some people around to do this and that.

The voice is the same. He knows MC’s voice damn well.

And that is MC

“MC..” V quietly calls out but with no answer.

‘MC’ Disappears into the crowd of models

What the fuck. How could you not tell him? He was a little hurt you never shared your work life with him. Was this where you were when the two of you weren’t together? Did you think he wouldn’t be impressed because he usually focuses on more artsy photography??? Did he say something??? MC please why don’t you love hi-

“Hey Hun!”

MC!? V whirled around to see you, but you were talking to one of the models, very flirtatiously he may add. Your hand on their arm and a sweet, sweet smile on your face as you looked at them. He could see that much.

He felt his heart break a bit, how could you pretend not to even see him?

No. No this couldn’t be you.

Jihyun Kim trusts and loves you and refuses to believe you’d be evil *cough*LikeHowHeTrustedSnakeBitch*cough*

He marches well marches as good as you can while visually impaired up to ‘MC’ and taps them on the arm.

MC turns “Can I help you?”

“I’m sorry, but you look extremely like a friend of mine. Her name is MC-”

The set director in front of him suddenly seems much more friendly “Oh! That’s my twin! Wait, are you V?? MC mentioned they were dating a photographer I didn’t realize it was the one we hired for today! Oh, I’m sorry, Hello I’m CM!”

Relief. So much fucking relief on V’s heart.

Vanderwood

Neither you nor Vanderwood were aware that Seven was being devious today

He had been scarce all day, leaving the two of you to go through the day in overall peacefulness. You guys had spent a bit of time together, but eventually you got up to start cleaning and doing some chores.

Yep that’s all normal

Until you suddenly walk in the door you did not leave out of

“MC?” Vandy stared at you as you looked at him, then walked straight back out the door you just came in

Then you walked in the door he thought you originally left from.

You crossed the room and into the hall, out of site. He was left a little slackjawed and confused

Then you entered from the door he just saw you enter from. Wait what

“MC how-”

You giggled and ran out another door

Only to come back from the hall

“OK LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK”

His outburst made you jump

“Vanderwood wha-”

Two doors behind you silently opened, and two almost carbon copies of you peaked their heads through and shushed Vanderwood

He was speechless and just violently pointed trying to get you to turn around, but by the time you did the copies of you were gone

“What in the fuck-”

“Vanderwood what is-”

“Yeah Vanderwood why-” An MC copy asked running in from the hall

“What’s going on?” Another one said coming in from a room

“What the” You looked around and Vanderwood was rubbing his eyes like crazy trying to get whatever form of psycho out of them.

Upon further inspection, you realized one of your clones didn’t look like you aside from the fact they were wearing your clothes and had on a wig that looked like your hair “Seven?”

“You got me! Lucky~~Aha~!” Seven cheered pulling the wig off

“So who is-” Vanderwood looked to the last copy

“Oh, I’m CM! I’m MC’s twin. 707 asked if I would help him out with a little prank and I couldn’t say no” Cm giggled.

You all had a good laugh

Except Vanderwood

Saeran

Ok, you guys might hate me for this one

But

I feel like he also knows

I feel like Seven has told him, and dragged him out on the #TwinClubDates

There’s no way Seven wouldn’t constantly talk about you 4 being goals

He takes group pictures of you guys all the time

He shows Saeran photos of CM constantly asking if he and Saeran look more alike than MC and CM

Buuut

Even though Saeran knows, he’s totally fucked up before

I bet he’s accidentally kissed CM before when MC’s in a spot then leaves only for CM to be left standing somewhere close to where Saeran last saw MC

He’s definitely had to play the “Which one am I dating” game when you two first started going out. And he has failed and accidentally grabbed Cm’s hands, causing you two to giggle despite Saeran’s obvious saltiness

I’m sorry. This one is really weak but I don’t really have any ideas for it because I feel like Saeran wouldn’t make a big slip up since he’d know MC had a twin cause of Seven.

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